Sometimes you just know that you need to do something, even when you can’t really articulate exactly why.
Just a week ago if you asked me if I ever had plans to run another Boston Marathon I would have told you no. It had nothing to do with Monday’s events or even the far-fetched notion that something like Monday was even possible, let alone likely.
I had simply been there and done that. I wanted to look for new challenges, new opportunities to test my limits. Different races, different goals.
Now if you ask me that question I’m inclined to say something much different. In fact depending on timing should my Steamtown Marathon time be a “Boston Time” – which is fairly likely barring something unforeseen as my 45-49 year old qualifying standard is now 3:25:00 – and if registration for 2014 is still open after that race – some day may very well turn into next 362 days from now.
I’ve talked to a few runner friends and we all are saying the same thing.
The race next year is going to be run and it is going to be bigger and better than ever. It is once again going to be a day of celebration in Boston and it is going to be an opportunity for the human spirit to conquer more than just 26 miles, 385 yards of road from Hopkinton to Boston. It is going to be run for all the right reasons and there is a huge part of me who wants to be there.
Supporting our sport. Supporting the families effected physically and emotionally from the devastation this week. Supporting Boston and its tremendous citizens who treat “Boston Marathoners” of all shapes, sizes, talent levels, speed and ability like royalty on Marathon Monday.
Certainly things will be different next year and I can promise that there is no way that I would allow Dawn and Landry to be there standing around in the finish area no matter how many precautions are taken. And there will be some major precautions. I just can’t imagine struggling in Brookline with more than 5 miles to go to the finish worrying about the safety of my girls.
Just not going to happen.
If they make the trip, they can perhaps be hanging out in Wellesley or Kenmore Square or maybe they will just enjoy the city while Dad is off doing his thing and we will all connect after I run the finest 3/10 of a mile in road racing down Boylston Street the way I want to run every step of my Fall Marathon at Steamtown.
Doing anything but allows those responsible for such cowardly acts to “win” and that is just completely unacceptable.
More than likely it will just be me and my runner buddies who descend on Boston on a mission to help restore some sense of normalcy to a city and an event that is going to want that more than anything. We have a long way to go between now and then and a lot of things that will need to happen to place us on Main Street in Hopkinton, MA next year.
That said, I can see it all falling into place for us to be there. Fearlessly.
Who’s with me?