Boston

It seems stupid to write about anything today except Boston. I feel so incredibly sad and my heart goes out to all the runners and the people that were there to cheer them on. It's just so senseless.

My co-worker and friend was running the race, but thankfully had finished about 40min prior to the first explosion. So thankful she and her family are ok. Several of the bloggers I follow were there, but thankfully all have posted today and are ok.

Being so new to running, I still in my heart do not truly feel like a runner. But when I heard about the tragedy yesterday, I felt like someone had attacked people and a lifestyle that I truly care about. The commitment, drive and determination to even get to a race like the Boston Marathon is unfathomable to me. And then for it to be marred in such a way is so horrible. I can only speak for myself, but it makes me proud to even try to be a part of such an amazing community of people and it makes me want to continue to run for as long as I can.

I have always struggled with my body image, especially my legs. Literally ashamed of them. Rarely ever wear shorts. Always trying to make peace with my thoughts about them. I know, I know: they work, they carry me where I need to go, be grateful. This gets hammered home in my everyday life as a therapist. I see people every day that wish they could walk. So I know how lucky I am to be healthy. But yesterday, watching the news, listening to all the severe injuries to people's legs, so many amputations------ it just struck me cold how lucky I am to have these 2 legs, no matter how ugly I think they are. They carry me through all my adventures. They are humoring me on my quest to be a runner. They allow me to do something as simple as stand in my kitchen and cook meals that nourish me and make me happy.

I will try to never again have an ill thought about my wonderful legs. They are everything I need them to be.

Prayers and peace and love to all those affected by this event.