A year ago today was the first Monday I wasn’t on a plane to Kentucky for the week since before Valentine’s Day.
A year ago today was my first day back to work after spending the week with my brother following he massive heart attack.
A year ago today thousands of people lined up for my ‘hometown marathon’, and hundreds of thousands lined the streets for the Patriot’s Day tradition.
A year ago today an unbelievable tragedy struck as two bombs were detonated at the finish line of the Boston Marathon, shattering lives and a city and a community.
A year ago tomorrow, thousands of runners got up and ran a memorial run for Boston, for those who died, were hurt, had their lives changed forever. We could not undo the tragedy, but we did what little we could.
And every day since, millions of runners have hit the roads and shown that while horrible actions can shatter lives, the human spirit will always prevail. We can never truly stop those seeking to do evil or inflict violence, but we can stop them from controlling our lives.
So today I run again, and I run for Boston, for the lives lost, the lives shattered, the lives changed, and the city and community that persists.