Boston Strong: 1 Year Later (My thoughts)

Honestly, I had no intentions of posting anything today. I haven’t posted since the end of Growing Up Alex, and I didn’t want today to be my first post back, but something kept drawing me to the ‘New Post’ page. So here I am. Writing about an unthinkable tragedy that happened during an event and on a day where the city of Boston comes together to celebrate.

While I wasn’t in the city of Boston that day, I had several friends visiting and I knew several people running it, just like many of us. I was driving home from a weekend away with my fiancee. We had gone down to Mohegan Sun and were driving back. The radio was set to 98.5 The Sports Hub. And we were listening the moment that they uttered the word ‘There have been two explosions at the Marathon finish line.”

We were only 30 minutes from home when we heard the report. We weren’t sure what was going on, but we knew it wasn’t good. That night we were glued to the television, watching the reports, hearing about the victims and survivors, and holding on to each other.

While I wasn’t at the marathon, I don’t think I have ever been more effected by a single event in my life. I was only 15 when 9/11 happened, and at the point, I knew it was really bad, but didn’t quite understand the brevity of it until a couple years later when I really understood what was going on in the world.

The whole week after I was on edge. I didn’t sleep. I hated the fact these people could attack our city like that. I hated not knowing who did it and was very uneasy about where they were after the attacks. I wanted they captured. I wanted them to know that they messed with the wrong city.

The one thing that I did see; this huge city suddenly seemed so small. The city suddenly reached beyond it’s limits and each person embraced Boston Strong.  I’ve never lived in the city. But Boston is my city. Just like everyone else. The compassion, the need to help, and a city that came together like nothing else. A moment that will always stand out in my mind after that horrible day was the first Bruins game after the attack. When the entire arena sang the Star Spangled Banner along with Rene Rancourt. I sat and cried. Not because I was sad, but because I was so proud to call Boston home.

So on today, I’m going to remember Boston. Remember the strength, the courage, the compassion, and the love. But also remember the victims who were lost to soon, and to those who survived and continue to charge on. I’m going to remember all of those who leapt into action to help those injured. And I’m going to remember that depsite one of the worst days in the history of Boston, that the city of Boston proved to all that their spirit can never be broken.
We are Boston Strong.

I run.

After being away from the blogging world for nearly 6 weeks, I’m back. Hopefully on a more normal schedule. After attempting to run 2 blogs (3 if you count the photography business as well), I started to get overwhelmed and realized that there just wasn’t enough time in the day to do that. Trying to figure out content for each blog was nearly impossible and it had to stop. So as of today, my ‘health’ blog is officially done. I’m coming home to the blog that started it all. It’s all about me and my crazy life, and I couldn’t want anything more.

I’ll call it my ‘life blog with a health twist’ since my current goal is to get healthy.

Ever since the Boston Marathon Bombings a week and a half ago, I’ve felt the need to write. Whenever something big happens, I blog about it. I was started to blog when there was something momentous instead of blogging for the love of it. So instead of writing, I started running. There are enough posts out there about it. In all honesty, I don’t have the words to describe the unthinkable, horrific tragedy that happened so close to home; in the city that I love. I may not have ever lived in Boston, but I consider myself a Bostonian. I was glued to the reports every day for a week. I lived and breathed what happened, like everyone else, but I couldn’t write about it. There were, and still aren’t, any words to describe this event.

So, I ran. As horrible as the tragedy was, it gave me a new form of motivation, like many people. I wanted to run. I wanted to do something that I knew some of these people may not do for a long time. I wanted to run for them. I wanted to run for Boston.

So here I am, in the middle of  Week 2 of Couch to 5K, feeling good about myself. I’m a terrible, slow, runner, but I’m doing it. I started somewhere and I’m going to finish. I’m not going to stop this time. In 7 more weeks, I will be a runner. And that is what is getting me through. Every time I get a cramp in my side or my lungs start to burn, I remind myself that I can do this. I remind myself not to give up. And I push through. I remind myself that I’m not running for me; but running for Boston.

Now, I will probably never run the Boston Marathon (never say never, right?), but in my mind, just being able to accomplish a 5K would be one of the best accomplishments in my life thus far.  Our plan is to aim for a Fall 5K – that way once I’m doing with the training program (which will be right around my birthday in June), we can keep working on the running and speed part. But who knows, as I get closer, I may just feel the need to sign up for some form a race just to give a go!