I thought that when I woke up this morning that it might have all just been a bad dream, those images that left me speechless and angry last night can’t have been real? I mean what sort of evil, sick, twisted bastard would do that sort of thing?
Running isn’t political, Running isn’t religious, Running cuts across class and wealth – millionaires and peasants are equal when they lace up their running shoes. Running transcends Race. Running unites the world.
Running simply is the purest form of exercise known to man, anyone in any country from any background can run. Runners are a family, we understand one another, we feel for strangers when we see them struggling, a simple nod from a passing stranger as we run on a deserted street lights up our morning, we take immense pride in our achievements whatever they may be, and we love LOVE LOVE that feeling we get in our hearts when we are putting one foot in front of the other. It is a pure love running.
You attack one runner, you attack us all.
That’s why the tragic events in Boston cut so deep. Yes I wasn’t there but it could have been anywhere. Any marathon, any Ironman, any race. People like you and I going out and doing what they love whilst at the same time raising millions of dollars for the less fortunate. People like my wife and daughter who could have been at the finish line waiting for Daddy to finish. And the bombs went off at 4.09 when normal people would have been in the final few yards of an amazing achievement, their thoughts already on that medal, smiling at the thoughts of those first congratulatory hugs with loved ones, thoughts of happiness, relief and the sense of achieving something wonderful. All stolen away.
We are runners, but more than that we are human beings. We can’t let these bastards win. Keep running, keep going to spectate, turn out on the streets of London this weekend, run and cheer your heart out. Don’t let fear stop you, that’s what they want. We can’t let them win.
As a runner and a human, my heart goes out to all that are effected by the tragic events in Boston. I am so grateful that my friends made it through safely, and I mourn those that didn’t.
Runners are used to adversity, we are used to pain, this is a whole different level, but we can’t let the Bastards win.
Keep on running and stay safe