Good morning folks! We have had a lot of good answers to our QOTD this week. Todays question will likely create some lengthy responses, or will at least for me.
QOTD: What rough times has running helped you through?
ATTQOTD: If any of yall have read my journal I kept leading up to WDW marathon this January, then you have heard this story. For those who haven't, here it is. In March of 2013 I was on the back end of training for the Boston Marathon, running as charity runner for the American Liver Foundation. Training was hard, and raising a little over $4,000 was also a challenge. But neither compared to the events leading up to and the marathon itself. The first life changing event is a good one. Early in March, everything was stable and just living the American dream. I learned that I was going to be a dad and we couldn't be happier! That same week my boss leaved the company I was working with along with some other key guys. The next week they brought in his replacement and I knew my time there would be short. Within a week I was let go. We went from such a high to such a low in a very short time. Still I had my running to help deal with the stress of the situation. I started the process of finding a new job and missed on a few desirable positions, but still had a few good options. The day before we left I accepted a position and would start after returning from our trip. Everything is looking up! We arrive in Boston April 13 for my first marathon and head over to the expo. The expo itself is amazing and the city has the feel of a big event, it is all very exciting. April 14 I go out for a little run along the Charles River and then meet some friends to watch the 5k. The 5k times are some of the fastest I have ever seen. We sat in the grandstands and watched as all the runners made their way to the finish line. While there, one of our friends had passes for grandstands the day of the marathon and offered my wife one. So for race day she would be able to watch me finish and get some good pictures. April 15 started at 3:00 AM to get ready and get one the bus. Its a long ride from downtown to the starting line, and even a longer wait once you arrive. I had never been at a race this large and was just amazed at everything going on. Since I was a charity runner, our start time was much later in the day. Like Disney, you have about a mile walk to the starting line, but very little waiting time once you get into your corral. Around mile 3-4 I caught up with a friend that I trained with and we ran the next 10-12 miles together. I had a bit of a stomach issue developing and figured before I started going over the Newton Hills I should take care of that. So my buddy ran on. The crowd support is amazing for nearly the entire 26.2 mile route, the scream tunnel, the biker bars, the various small towns along the way all offer something different. The Newton Hills chewed me up and spit me out. You go over the last hill, Heartbreak Hill around mile 20. The last 10k is just a massive block party, the Red Sox game is ending and all the folks from the game join in on the party. Meb has won the race being the first American to do so in many years. Its an amazing day all around, and then suddenly I am told to stop. At the time I had no idea why, and me and many other runners just wanted to finish the race. According to my Garmin I was at mile 25.7, so I had a 1/2 mile to go and I was just moments away from finishing. So we stood there waiting, a 100 or so at first, then 500, and then many more. At first we where told there was an explosion at the finish line, and they where trying to figure out how to get us to finish. I just figured it was some sort of water line or a gas line that ruptured. I never heard any noise because of the crowds and I did not have a phone (although during this event, cell service was bad at best). I then discover what is actually going on, and panic. My first thought is of course that of my wife roughly 2 months along sitting in the grandstands. I am terrible with phone numbers and only remember a handful, which of course doesn't include my wife's number (I know terrible person). I call my parents house, and although I cant clearly hear them I can gather they can hear me. So I keep it short, "A bomb has gone off at the finish line, please find out if (Wife's name) is ok, and tell her I am a 1/2 mile from the finish. Tell her to meet me at our hotel". I hear a ok I got it and I then hang up. After a while, they lead us towards the buses which is behind the finish line where our check bags are. I had a phone in mine and knew I needed it incase I couldn't get to our room. As we are walking basically parallel to the finish line, someone says hey one block over is the finish line and we just crossed it. From the time I got the phone call to I actually talked to my wife was about 3-4 hours and another 2 hours before I was allowed into our hotel. Due to its location near the finish line I was not allowed near it. When I was allowed in a small group of us were escorted in by the police and told if you leave, you will not be allowed to enter again. I was stopped by a guy while walking around trying to get to our hotel in street clothes, when he approached me he shows his FBI badge and asked what I saw. The whole experience was crazy. Seeing my wife again as I walked into our hotel was a very emotional experience, and as I learned about her day I was amazed and grateful she was fine. She was taking pictures of runners as they crossed the finish line and captured a few pictures of the explosion and then turned on her phone to record her experience. I was sick to my stomach as I watched the video and could hear how afraid she was. I mentioned earlier about running with my friend, come to find out, if I would have stayed with him I would have been on Boylston St just as the second bomb went off. From his description of the things he saw, I was never happier to have to have stopped for a bathroom during a race.
Those days have been the most difficult times I have ever experienced, and through it all I had running and our running community to help us along the way.