A 365 Day Tribute to the Victims of the Boston Bombing

Month: June, 2013

Too Tired To Count

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Although my blogging has been horrible lately, because I have been so busy with work, my running has gotten to a place where I feel as though I want to start keeping track of my miles. I figure for a few weeks I can start with fourteen miles a week divided into long and short runs and work my way up. I start tomorrow at 9AM in Newton!

Days Sixty-Two and Sixty-Three


One more thought on being busy– I love running in the morning because most times it is the only time of day I get to enjoy being outside and in the sun during the week. It is a little sad that the conventional workweek is set up so that many of us do not get our daily “nature” time in, but I am SO lucky that I work in a place that is so close to the city and home, but that is green, lush and beautiful. 

I started my run this morning by the chapel on the BC Law campus that used to be Sacred Heart College. The cross on the top of the chapel reached for the leftover wisps of clouds from (what should be) the last of the rainstorms we have been getting here. It was an inspiration, a lodestar under the sun-star right before I got rid of any early-morning grumpiness by pounding into the asphalt and out of me.


I can’t wait to do it again tomorrow.

Day Sixty-One


So exhausted after a long day. I remember this quote and I can’t even reconcile it with the amount of times I’ve felt too busy or felt justified in walking around like a panicked ball of stress:

“Where there is love, nothing is too much trouble and there is always time.” -Abdu’l-Baha.

I made time for my morning run today before work. But when your workplace looks like this, I guess it’s not too hard to show up early:



That is the Boston College Law campus. In that building, BC donates office space to an organization that does its best to serve the community. There are a lot of underpaid/overworked people in the halls of this place. 

As time is running out before bedtime, I have to be grateful to be busy and not too busy to enjoy life and be grateful. There is always time for that.

Goodnight, everyone.

Day Sixty


Today I ran in Gloucester after hanging out on Wingaersheek beach in Gloucester.


Although it’s late and I have to get up early to run, I wanted to share how amazing it felt to get some encouragement today in my running. Someone paid me some pretty serious compliments about my running, fitness level, and the physical effects the exercise has had on my body , and it was awesome to hear someone go out of his way to tell me to keep running. There have been many others who have told me they read this blog and encouraged me to keep going. I want to keep these sentiments in the forefront of my mind, especially when watching others’ embark on their endeavors, running related or otherwise. What I have noticed about running so far, is that it is a contagious bug. People who I know who run and love it, somehow influence others to start running too, whether they mean to or not. I know the reason why I started toying with the idea of running was because of someone very close to me got out there and ran almost every day while working and in school full-time…

…So if anyone out there is thinking about lacing up and seeing how far they can go, I promise you, if you can do a little today, and you will do more tomorrow.

goodnight, Boston.

Two Months

For this city…

I can’t think of a better way to spend today than serve this city. Here are some local junior youth planting in their local community garden today in their housing complex:


My mom came out from the suburbs to help us plant. After we got the seeds in the ground and the junior youth back home, we made an Eithopian food pit-stop at Blue Nile in JP. I went back to Chelmsford with her for the night. As soon as I go there, I put my running partner on his leash, and we ran against a backdrop of pink fluff in a pale, blue sky.

It’s late now, and I’ve already broken my promise to update as regularly as I supposed to, so hopefully my run tomorrow, in one of my favorite places in Massachusetts, will more than make-up for the ball I’ve dropped.

Goodnight, all.


How Quickly We Forget

My promise to run and blog daily got sidetracked as I started a new job and new chapter of life. How quickly emotional resolutions give way to the comfort of doing what we want at our own convenience. I knew going into this that I was going to make a big commitment for no external “reward” in the traditional sense, but still, it seems the inward satisfaction and desire to do something positive are no match for the demands of all the things society tells me are more important than setting time aside to run and blog.

I have had great runs since I last wrote, and, personally, I am bummed I didn’t record them since I know there were moments I can’t quite remember now. I ran in a rainstorm in the South End not too long ago and I got lost. I kept telling myself something to keep running until I finally found my way, but I went to a long meeting right after the run, and I totally forgot what it was that I was telling myself for those miles. These blog posts are such moments of reflection for me that they really highlight how distracted I can get otherwise. 

The news crews have moved on, but I still keep those hurting and hurt in my mind when I walk through the city.

As I sat in traffic today I looked up to one of my favorite Boston landmarks:



Tomorrow is going to be another day in city for movement and reflection. I plan on seizing that and keeping those spirits in mind that started this journey in the first place. Goodnight, Boston

Days Forty-Five and Forty-Six


It’s been over ninety degrees for three or four days now in Massachusetts. I thought I was being responsible by only running at night, but when I woke up dizzy and nauseous this morning and realized I barely went numero uno yesterday after drinking copious amounts of water, I knew I was dehydrated. Feeling my stomach turn as I walked around Bromley-Heath today for junior youth group just confirmed what I knew. I was hoping to do a longer run tonight, but I will be taking an unplanned break instead with some water and a book:


FYI– If anyone doesn’t already know, the best cure for dehydration is salt-water with lemon. It’s pretty gross but it works every time.

Tomorrow is my first day of my big girl job. Hopefully with some rest and re-hydration, I’ll be good to go for a run after work. Goodnight, everyone.