Today I had a post written about health. It's a good post and I was proud of it. I set it to auto-post, but as I heard a woman on the news talking about how both of her brothers lost limbs in the bomb I stopped the post.
For some people they may be ready to move on, to read about dinners and funny cats, but I'm just not ready yet. The reality of what happened is still so ugly and raw to me. They say it takes 1 day of rest to recover from every mile you race. How long does it take to recover the shock and terror of a tragedy like this? How many miles do we have to run until the images of Monday stop playing over and over?
Photo from Track Shack
Today our local Orlando news was talking about Thursday's Corporate 5k and the security surrounding it. They were showing runners crossing a finish line and I thought it was footage from last year's race. Until a bomb exploded. I saw a finish line and I thought joy. That's what it's been for my entire life. My brain isn't conditioned to the horror of Monday.
I have mixed feelings about announcing the Corporate 5k tomorrow. I am happy to be able to hug runners who have returned from Boston. I'm happy to be able to honor the victims by moving forward. I'm also anxious. I don't think anything will happen, but my sense of security has been shaken.
Tomorrow I will wear blue and yellow ribbons in my hair to remember Boston. Tomorrow I will bring the same energy and passion to the finish line that I have for the past 10 years. Something's will be the same, but others are changed forever.