It’s all over Facebook, Instagram and Twitter today… rememberance of what the Boston and running communities survived one year ago. I’m amazed at the stories I’ve heard from my friends and peers since that time. Inspired and strengthened.
One year ago, I was living in an apartment in Florence, Italy for a month. I was asleep in bed while my phone blew up with text messages. As light as I was sleeping in that space, I awoke around 3 or 4 in the morning and read the news.
Two of my girlfriends were there, and we all stepped out into the hallway at the same time that morning. Julie from Canada and Melissa from Arizona, but they knew. My ties are in Boston, and my ties are in running. They were silent, waiting to know that I knew, and that everyone was okay.
The bombers were tracked to Watertown, where I lived for five years during my time in Boston. The entire city was told to stay in their houses. I was grateful for being far away, but I could not imagine at all what my friends were feeling. Our America was changing more and more.
For the rest of the week, every single person I met on the street offered their condolences to me. Italians, Australians, Germans… it was amazing. It wasn’t even because I was from Boston, but because I was American. Because my country was suffering. Part of every civilization in the world knows what this feels like. It brought tears to my eyes all week.
Sending love to my friends as they prepare to run strong for Boston this coming Monday! I love you all, and I love this city!