A 365 Day Tribute to the Victims of the Boston Bombing

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Day 114


After spending a few days in an idyllic place, I can’t sleep on my last night here. The days have been beautiful


and I have felt rested every night and energized by my morning runs. But tonight, laying in my room in the inn by the Piscataqua, the energy of Green Acre is not calming me– it’s reminding me how much there is left to change.

I am not tossing and turning in morbid reflection, but I feel like there is so much more work I have to do to have the spirit that I admire in so many others. My runs here have been reminding me of the same. The routes and hills I want to tackle without blinking an eye are still challenging. I feel that recently my growth has plateaued on all fronts.



To keep moving through the days as if the plateau is preparing itself for incline, that is presence I want to carry with me. “Let each morn be better than its eve and each morrow richer than its yesterday.” Goodnight, Maine.


Three Months


I remember studying for finals on April 15th and being so happy the sun was out and the weather was finally losing its bitter nip. The stress of the upcoming exams were fueling me just as much as the impending relief of sunshine and free-time. What happened later that day made studying for tests seem inconsequential. I couldn’t shut everything out and keep reading like a lot of my classmates could that week. I wasn’t even glued to the TV like most people, either. I was just in a state of partial confusion and disbelief, and partial sadness and empathy, and partial fear. I tend to have a lot of anxiety– something I try to meditate or run out of myself daily. In the week after the bombing, I stepped off the T a number of times whilst en route to a particular destination, trying to regroup myself, because I was convinced a fellow rider was going to do something violent. The reason why I am saying this is because when I have heard people say something along the lines of “The bombing was not a big deal– not that many people died,” I am so puzzled why a community in fear of its own members isn’t the scariest hell someone could imagine.

But, for me, something amazing came out of that day.


Running has made me feel good about the world around me, simply put. I haven’t been great about blogging, but that is okay. The running is what matters most. I constantly find new things I want to explore. Hills, times, distances, locations, compete against myself, compete against a friend, try a road race, keep going, add another side street, do it before work, go.

I have found new places I love to run. (Jamaica Pond)


And I’ve noticed how beautiful the “same old” places are with every run.





On the 4th of July I was lucky enough to see the fireworks over the Charles from one of the best spots in the city of Boston. Standing on a deck high above the river, I could see extra security precautions that were taken below. Military, helicopters, street closings, a whole part of the city completely shut down, just in case. How lucky we are to have servicemen and organizations who will protect us and can’t be bought by the bad guys. How awful it is that we need to have them out on Independence Day just in case. But as night fell, and fireworks lit up the sky gratitude won over criticism and all I could think of is how much I love this city and Massachusetts.


I can’t wait to get out there again and run stronger, for myself and for Boston.

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.

Day Forty-Three and Forty-Four


I’ve been trying to stay as unplugged as possible recently. I turn on my phone when I need to communicate with someone and I’ve stayed off the computer. I’ve just been running with the dog, enjoying the weather, and generally existing. It seems to have had an effect on my perception. I was with my mom at one point today and I literally asked her if the trees looked greener this year. She informed me that, no, the neighborhood was always this green and the flowers always this bright this time of year. Anyone who knows me has probably noticed I can be a little preoccupied by my phone. But I am not going to let the colors escape me this season. 

It was 93 degrees today, so my running partner was not that thrilled about leaving his $10,000 Persian carpets to sweat on the asphalt:



Last night on our run, the humid night air felt like a soft layer of cotton were pushing through, and today the colors just seemed to jump out at us (actually, Frankie is color blind). Both runs were beautiful. It felt so okay to be alone (plus no one saw me run into that mailbox… it was dark!!). Right now I am having a PJ party with my niece and nepjhew, and I couldn’t ask for a better ending to the day.

Keep cool, Massachusetts.