I am sitting here trying to find the words to explain how I felt when I learned that I'd be running my FIRST Iron Girl race and that I'd be running it WITH my daughter. I am sitting here trying to find the words to explain how I felt when I learned that I was selected as the Athleta Power to the She winner for the Iron Girl race.
But I can't find the words right now. I can't find the words because I'm sitting here playing over in my mind what I've been seeing on the news in regards to the Boston Marathon. Horrible. Awful. Tragedy. 8 year old. My daughter, my runner will be 8 in 3 months. The daughter that ran Iron Girl with me (because runner girl got sick ) just turned 9.
My kids come to a lot of my races AND I run a lot of races WITH my kids.
They make me signs and cheer me on.
Sometimes they even have to get up at the crack of dawn to come to a race. But they don't complain. They know how running has changed our lives.
I might not be the fastest runner. I might not ever qualify for a world class event like the Boston Marathon. But I am a runner, and I am raising the next generation of runners. And one little 8yo boy who was at the Marathon supporting and cheering on his father won't get that chance. His 6yo sister and mother were also severely injured in the blast. A 6yo and a 8yo, and their mother, there to cheer on their husband and father. Horrible. Senseless.
I won't stop running. I won't stop bringing my kids to events. I will encourage my kids to keep the pace, to put one foot in front of the other. For all of those who can't, we run for you.