Scared Doesn’t Mean Stop-Gettysburg Marathon
“Mom, qualify for Boston, you NEED to run next year”. This was not a request; it was a demand made by my sixteen-year-old son. “Noah, I’ve got a pretty full race schedule already this year, so I don’t think I can work it in. But, I’ve already planned on volunteering.” “Mom, there is no way you are volunteering without me. Sign me up; lie about my age if you have to. I’m going to Boston next year”. “Noah, why so adamant?” “You always taught me that scared doesn’t mean stop. I need to be in Boston next year. THEY don’t win.” In the wake of the Boston Marathon Bombings, I have certainly had my comfort zone rocked. The night of the bombings, I kissed my daughter good night, grabbed my shoes and went running…. hard. I cooled down, and ran hard again. I ran because I could, for those who couldn’t, and because the world was different that evening than it had been that morning. It’s true that running is cheaper than therapy, and for me, much more effect