I missed qualifying for the 2013
Boston Marathon by 36 seconds. As I was
watching the marathon this morning, I was tearing up looking at the course, and
seeing all the ‘normal’ people getting ready to run. I could have been there…I should have been
there.
Now, even an hour after hearing
that bombs went off at the Finish Line, I can only think that those 36 seconds
might have saved my life or my dad’s life by neither one of us being there this
year.
We runners are a strange
grouping, but a family like no other that is not only made up of runners, but
our extended family of spectators, volunteers, and those that support us
daily. We will not quit, and I will be at
Boston in 2014 – stronger than ever.
My thoughts and prayers go out
to all the victims, their families, and friends. God Bless.
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