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Boston Marathon 2013: Lynn Strong . . .Boston Strong #BostonStrong

Posted Apr 27 2013 2:34am

I am crying as I write this. My emotions are so raw these days. I am going to share pieces of my Boston Marathon experience as the weeks go by. It is hard to share it all at once.

This evening I learned that my friend Lynn who started the race with me drove down to pick up her Boston Marathon Medal today. Today was the day they would reopen Boylston Street to the Public. Today was the day that Lynn would run to finish the marathon, the day that she would run for the 170 victims at the finish line.

To give you a little history, Lynn and I first met when I was teaching first grade. I was her sons first grade teacher, a sweet blond haired boy with the whole world ahead of him.  A boy somewhere around the age of the youngest victim of the Boston Marathon tragedy. Full of vivid imagination and endless ideas. Full of energy and a wide smile that would light up when he would read me his stories and show me his discoveries on the playground. I lost touch with Lynn for awhile but am forever bonded for being her sons teacher for showing him how to gain confidence as a reader, as a student. Every child has a vivid bright light and fresh energy. The world waiting . . . the whole world ahead of them. It is not fair that a boy ( Martin Richard )  who was just like my student, like my friend's son, should have this light taken away too soon during the terrible tragedy at The Boston Marathon.

Lynn and I have reconnected through running and it is a bond that we share. Lynn has run the Boston Marathon for many years so I was happy to be able to meet up with her before the race to head to our starting corral. We spent the morning sharing running stories and she gave me helpful tips for conquering the marathon course. We also talked about the Gilford, NH Schools For Schools  26.4.26  race to remember the victims of the Sandy Hook School Shooting. Not being able to be there, Lynn wanted to support the race and had decided to wear the 26.4.26 race shirt at the Boston Marathon. We observed 26 seconds of silence prior to the race and I new I would be crying at mile marker 26 knowing one of my close friends was directly affected by the loss of her  stepmother  in this horrific tragedy. Another runner, Jaime, who we met up with before the race was nervous being at the race while her husband was not able to attend due to being on a trip. She expressed how she was worried before coming to Boston for the marathon and had even talked with a friend prior to the race about the possibility of tragedy (terrorism) happening at something such as the Boston Marathon. Our discussion prior to the race gives me chills now . . . was it a premonition . . . a foreshadowing of things to come?

Lynn and I made our way to the starting line. I was jittery, race day nerves had definitely taken hold. Eager to get to the start we gathered our belongings into our yellow Boston Marathon Bags and put on the last few finishing touches of our race day outfits. I felt ready to run a strong race and was happy to have Lynn cheering me on all the way to the starting line (and I know she was cheering me on as I crossed the line too.) Just prior to heading to the starting line I helped Lynn by pinning a pair of pink and silver wings onto her back. The wings from the Flying Pig Marathon are something that she has worn now for many miles at many races encouraging race spectators to cheer her on with cries of, "Angel" as she would speed along any race course. Her energy and smile are contagious, lifting you up and inspiring you to be strong and to take on any challenge.

Somehow as we made our way to the starting line time evaporated . . . somehow we missed our starting corral and ended up having to start in the Third Wave, Corral Number 2. A slight shift in our own personal timelines for the race. Perhaps fate. In the end of the race I crossed the line with 14 minutes to spare and Lynn was stopped with .4 miles to go. We were lucky. Who knows what would have happened. I am thankful because perhaps for me on this day I was running with a true Angel. I am a believer in fate . . .

Here is a picture I took of Lynn and I just moments before the gun went off at the start of the marathon . . .

She has angel wings.

She holds up a sign of PEACE.

Today Lynn drove down to Boston after hearing that race medals would be handed out to the people who had not reached the finish of the marathon. Today Lynn finished her race. Today Lynn finished for all of the people who did not finish. Today she finished to remember the victims. Today Lynn finished to show the world that Boston is Strong.

Here is her story as told by her significant other Hal (who was sitting in the bleachers) . . .

Angel #BostonStrong #Boston2013

"Just got this photo from Lynn.  She heard they were distributing medals to those unable to finish the Boston Marathon due to the bombing. In a spur of the moment decision she grabbed her race number and drove to Boston to pick up the medal. Once there she was inspired to finish her run. Completely unprepared to do this, she went to Nike-town and was fitted with a tank top, shorts, peds and sneakers. She stapled her number to her singlet and made her way over to Commonwealth Avenue and found the fence she was leaning against when stopped just over a week ago. After some stretching she ran the last 4/10 of a mile of the race course. While running down Boylston street a woman saw Lynn finishing her race and cheered. Lynn strong."

And when I read these words my tears began to fall . . .

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