Yesterday, when attacks on the Boston Marathon injured scores of people, mostly spectators, every runner I know spent the day wandering around in a daze, then either going on an angry run or curling up in the fetal position at 9 pm. The spectators â people who show up and cheer with noisemakers and high fives and encouraging cheers and magic-markered tagboard signs that read “YOU ALL ARE CRAZY! KEEP RUNNING!”â are the people who matter most to runners. Without those people, a marathon would just be an exercise in self-abuse from a large group of crazies. But there is meaning in marathoning: the people who watch.
I have all of the feels today, and I’m not yet ready to put them into words. But this is just so perfect I don’t know if I need to. Read it, then go for a run. And hug everyone who’s ever been out there to cheer for a runner, because they’re the ones who keep us doing what we do.