Running the Boston Marathon last year was one of the best experiences of my life. Along with 27,000 other runners we started our journey into Boston. On every inch of the course there were rows of fans handing out their own supplies of water and fruit and much needed encouragement. If you’ve ever run a race before you can imagine how amazing it would be if for every second of a race you have hundreds of people cheering for you. I was especially blessed to have both my parents and my boyfriend there. They jumped from train to train to cheer for me at different locations throughout the race. When I finally saw the finish line there were thousands and thousands of people cheering and clapping, giving me a final burst of energy to cross the finish. It is such a joyful time, where people from all over the world come together and are welcomed whole-heartedly by the citizens of Boston. It breaks my heart that this celebration was ruined today. That innocent, selfless people were injured and killed as they cheered on runners at their wit’s end. The people of Boston and all of the runners are in my thoughts and prayers today.
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