This is why

I’m not a “run-a-marathon” type.

And, I’m definitely not a “qualify-for-Boston” type.

I may not choose to run farther than 13.1 miles, and I may be turtle-like in speed, but I am a runner.

And, as a runner, the bombings at the Boston Marathon hit home.

When I first heard about it through a text from a running group friend, my immediate thoughts went to the three women I knew running the marathon. These three women are (or were) coaches in my running group who inspire me and encourage me every day.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long before I heard that all were OK.

But, I couldn’t shake the feelings of sadness, worry and anger.

Why?

Because I’m a runner.

Because I’ve trained months for one event.

Because I’ve crossed a finish line.

Because I’ve had friends and family waiting for me at the finish line or crossing the finish line with me.

Because I’ve made friends along a race course.

Because the running community is my community.

It's personal. That's why. 

A runner's blessings

I’m thankful for the ability to run.

I’m thankful for the desire to run.

I’m thankful for no running injuries.

I’m thankful for running friends.

I’m thankful for a great running group.

I’m thankful for knowledgeable and encouraging coaches.

I’m thankful for Brooks shoes. 

I’m thankful for bad runs because I always learn something.

I’m thankful for my running supporters.

I’m thankful for awesome winter running weather.

I’m thankful for Bondi Bands (I’m a sweaty girl).

I’m thankful for the condo's craptastic gym (I can’t believe I just typed that). 

 I’m thankful for many incredible local race options. 

What are you thankful for running-wise?