Yesterday was the one year anniversary of the tragic events that happened at the Boston Marathon. Social media came in full force with love, support, stories, photos of organized runs and blog posts.

I was reminded of how the running community can stand together in strength and unite as one. I always say it and until I’m proven wrong, I will continue to do so: this community is amazing and I’m honored to be a part of it.

Later in the day, reports of backpacks and sketchy individuals started to creep into my feed. I started to get that uneasy feeling that we felt a year ago. Thoughts of “why” that never really answer anything.

As the story was developing, images were shared of backpacks sitting alone in an empty street and still photos of an eerie looking guy being taken away in handcuffs. I began to think of friends running the race on Monday: Linzie, Dani… friends that ran it last year: Lisa, Larissa… and then of course, I started to think: what if I was going to run it this year?

That one stuck for a while. I started going back and forth in my mind on would I still run it? Of course. Would I want my daughter and wife out there? Probably not. But then why is it safe for me to run and them not to cheer? Doesn’t make sense. This would be my moment. This would be my triumphant race after a hard-earned first BQ. They should be there. But is it safe? If I don’t want to risk their safety, why would I risk mine? Still doesn’t make sense. Is a single race worth my daughter being without a father? Never. But we are strong. We persevere. It’s risky getting in a car or a plane, but we do that. This is different. Is it? I don’t know.

I would want to run. I’m not sure how Wifey would feel. The First Lady would ask me “daddy, running fast?” as she does before most races. (But it’s quickly followed up with “daddy, running slow?”).

There is no answer here. This post will not end with me stating something prophetic that makes everyone feel good. It won’t, because I can’t think about what I would do in that situation.

All I can say is that I hope and wish all the best for the runners, volunteers, supporters, security and staff. Love, cheers, hugs and all the speedy vibes for those racing, running and walking.

Boston Strong, always.