A race to remember
I ran my first post-Boston Marathon race on Saturday. Corporate Challenge 2013- 5k. I toed the line, with thousands of others of my fellow athletes, in the cold, the rain. The mic was bad. It was hard to hear. But we stood there, amped to run. "Aren't they going to sing the National Anthem, especially after what happened in Boston?", asked a fellow participant. "They do every year", I answered, "Maybe we just can't hear them.". Boston was on all of minds, yet the only nervous energy in the air was that of runners ready to race. We were there for a purpose, to run like we've always done. To race until our lungs burn, fighting for any bit of oxygen they can find. To push until our legs beg for a downhill. So we ran. Hard. We ran, we PR'd ( or we didn't, although technically, it IS a post-Truman PR). WE ran, and when we were done we talked about how the course wasn't as fast as we thought it would be and how the elevati