Patriot’s Day is a Massachusetts tradition. And in 2005, I was proud to feel a part of it because I qualified for and ran the Boston Marathon with my husband. It was a much tougher run than the marathon we had run together but he stayed with me and we finished, together. And then in 2007, Dave ran again and I watched from the sidelines, pregnant with our first son, Matty.
Every year after that I would watch the Boston Marathon, thinking to myself that I should run again. And while watching, I always had such admiration and respect for those running because it’s HARD…But it’s also an amazing experience and unlike any other race I have been a part of.
Then, 2013 happened…it was the Boston Marathon Bombing. It killed innocent people, injured hundreds and changed all of our lives forever. And so I watch today’s race, I watch the athletes – because everyone one participating in the race is an athlete – people who were injured and scarred by the 2013 Boston Marathon Bombing and my heart bursts with admiration for their strength, their tenacity, their determination.
As a city and as a State, really, we don’t take things laying down. The route wasn’t changed, people didn’t stop running – we keep on going, even stronger than we were before. And as the saying goes, it’s not how many times you get knocked down but how you bounce back that counts.”
It’s safe to say, we bounced back pretty well and we are #BostonStrong.