Sad Day

Most of you know that I ran Boston today.  I had a fun race running for Team Beef in the marathon.  I was very happy with my race and glad that I enjoyed the experience.  The course is tough, especially for someone who didn't do much training on hills!

Eventually, I will give the full story of the post-race, but I'll give you the summary today.  We were in the family meeting area about 2 blocks away from the blasts.  We are safe in the suburbs, and we feel very lucky.

Thank you for all your well wishes and concerns.  We felt a lot of support both in the run and in a tough situation!

We will be back tomorrow and probably will show up at TRY.  Aaron will run, and I will walk (if the weather is nice).  Is anyone walking tomorrow?

I would recommend repeating last week's run:  4 miles with 4 quarters.  Run them faster than you train, but still not too hard yet.  Make sure you run at a level where you can jog between and circle back to meet the rest of the group as they finish.  I think it worked well last week.

If you didn't enjoy this workout or have another suggestion, let me know, and I will update the post.

--Kelly :)

Terry's addition:

I wasn't in the mood to do a post last night, but I had planned to do one this morning. I see Kelly beat me to it. So I'll quickly post what my intro would have been: The level of a tragedy does not change, but the connection with a tragedy does change with familiarity. It's selfish, sure, but it means more (seems worse) when people you know or a place you know is involved. So, I couldn't really return to work and concentrate for the rest of the afternoon once I saw the first tweet about what had happened yesterday. I thought of Kelly and Aaron and Kerri (the TRYers) and others I knew and thought "OMG" (the real words, not the letters) and what if one of them were caught up in this? What if they don't come back or come back hurt? A day of celebration. A "once-in-a-lifetime" type of race. And then pure coincidence on whether the event has changed your life forever. So, selfishly, I was very glad when reports trickled back that the people I know were fine. But other people will never be fine. And, at least for several years, big city races will not be the same. This hits the running community right where it hurts. Thinking smaller: since the roots of TRY come from events that occurred in the last half mile of a big city marathon, this cut TRY right to its core. There is very little difference from being in the right place at the right time and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. TRY mourns for the end of the innocence.