Happy Friday! Hope you all had a wonderful week. It’s been a while since we’ve had a Let’s Get Physical Friday here. Don’t worry, I’m still on my path to get fit. My gym membership ran out a couple of weeks ago, so no more classes and inside workouts. It’s finally nice enough to get outside and get stuff done. I am now running 2-3 weeknights and 1-2 times on the weekend and do some arm and ab workouts at home, along with my squats. The two months in the gym helped me mold a routine that I am now loving.
For the past two weeks though, running has had a new meaning for me. I no longer run for myself. I am running for Boston.
I have been sorting out what I wanted to do with this post for two weeks now, partly for the running angle, but also the news angle. I will always be a news girl, so stories like this are always in m heart.
I still consider myself a newbie runner. I’ve never even come close to running a marathon. I ran cross country in high school because I needed something to keep me in shape for basketball. I’m still stoked to get under 30 minutes in a 5K…. which I crushed twice this week But, I am a runner. I love to run. I love competing against my records. I love people watching in the park while I run. I love seeing the same people out running every time I go. I love finding new paths to run. I love to turn on my Pandora radio and just go. Those are all things that I have come to expect with running. Throw on a pair of shoes and I’ll find what I’m looking for and maybe more. What I didn’t expect was heartbreak in the running community.
Along with identifying myself as a runner, I’m also a journalist. So this story hit me from two different angles. We were in our afternoon meeting last week, when a guy rushed in and said he heard there was a bombing at the Boston Marathon. At first we didn’t think it was true. None of us had received alerts, and you know we all sign up for everything possible! Several people immediately pulled out their phones and within seconds, it seemed, we had live coverage from Boston. NBC took over from local coverage and we all watched, stunned at what was being reported. I produce our 6pm newscast, which is strictly local news. National news comes on after us, so we rarely report out of the tri-state. Not the case Monday. We had several stories on Boston, as well as a live press conference with the President. After six years in the business, you never know what to expect. The shock that hit us Monday didn’t leave the newsroom all week, and even this week, we are still talking about it and digging for more information on how and why this happened. The next day, new information is released, we hear stories of heroism. Then we see possible suspect pictures. Then Friday, I woke up to several alerts on my phone about a shootout and I couldn’t turn myself away from the TV all day. Luckily I’m in a business where TVs are everywhere. Friday night, as the capture of Dzhokhar was going down, I was shopping, with my Sirius radio tuned into a news station and my ear buds in my ears. With events like this, no matter how far away you are, in the news business, you are impacted. Someone at home will know someone there. Someone nearby will be impacted, bringing the story close to home.
I met some of those people last week. There’s a running club in Huntington, called the Huntington Road Runners. Even though I consider myself a runner, albeit a newbie, I had never heard of this group before. Last Tuesday, while covering local angles of the Boston Marathon Bombings, we ran across an event this group was holding. A local 2.62 mile run around Marshall University. I found out several people involved in the group, and in the run, have run in the Marathon before and two of their own were in it this year. They came home safely. For some reason, I had my running clothes with me that night, and I decided to take part. I know that I’m not up to running club standard, but I wanted to do it for others, and I wanted to be part of the running community on this night. I think more than anything, I was nervous about running with a group. I run by myself. I am very competitive, so I am constantly working to beat my personal records and time and shave off seconds from nearly every run, and continue to add mileage. But running with others?? One thing I learned: There’s a bond in the community that can’t be broken.
Before the run, we all gathered for a quick speech, group prayer and a lighting of a blue and gold candle, Boston Marathon colors. It was very moving, even though we were hundreds of miles away from the scene. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to finish the whole run. A crazy summer-like storm was rolling through and lighting up the sky, and I ducked out after one mile since I still had quite the commute. But that was all I needed. As we all started running, there were several people in the area who started clapping. It was an amazing experience to be part of, and not one that any of us did it for ourselves.
I’ve heard of several runs like this that have happened across the country in the past two weeks and would love to hear from you if you took part in one!
I’ll leave you on some amazing words spoken by the young man who put together the 2.62 mile run: We will still run, but we will not run away.
To check out my pictures from the group run, follow my on Instagram @kariannalysis.