I might not be fast.
I might not ever get a sub 2 half.
But I am a runner.
I am filled with fear (I blame pregnancy hormones).
My heart breaks for everyone who experienced Boston this year.
I compare Boston to the Olympics for non elite runners.
I am sad by the death and injury count.
Not going to lie, I am glad I have no race scheduled anytime soon.
Yet, through all of these fears - I still can't wait for my come back to the racing community post baby.
The love and the support I felt through Facebook and various groups yesterday was amazing.
Today I wear a race shirt in honor of Boston.