Running: A Truly Inclusive Sport Like No Other

As I followed the events of the Boston Marathon online yesterday, I became gravely concerned about what might have been damaged that is unique to the sport of running. I wondered about the basis of the deep emotions of sadness and despair that I was experiencing. Feelings beneath my sorrow and grief for the people affected by the explosions at the finish line and the residents of Boston. Something more. Something deeper and more profound.

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I think it’s a fear of losing the simple goodness and life-affirming nature of running and road racing. Running is an inclusive sport…perhaps the only truly inclusive sport for the participants and the spectators. Ordinary people (like me) compete along with the elite athletes of the world – same course, same day, same rules, same opportunity. Anyone and everyone can participate – big or small, old or young, able-bodied or in a wheelchair, sighted or not. People from around the world gather together to share the experience of running – some to win and many of us just for the sake of completing the race or to improve our finishing time. Words of encouragement and good-natured jokes are commonly heard among runners as everyone supports each other to do their best. If a runner stops on the sidelines, inevitably someone will pause to see if s/he is ok. If your shoelace is untied, someone will let you know.

And a running race wouldn’t be complete without the spectators. They are such an important and appreciated aspect of the race. Their presence, support and enthusiasm have an incredible positive impact with the ability to shift a runner’s energy with a smile and a cheer. I recall many wonderful spectator moments at races.

Running races and especially marathons, demonstrate human nature at it’s best. Caring, kindness and camaraderie along with competition are the cornerstones of the running community.

And when it comes to marathons there is nothing quite like Boston (Boston Marathon Runners pictured above). The spectators are exceptional, lining the streets over the entire 26.2 miles. The B.A.A. makes every participant feel like a gold medal winner. Crossing the finish line of the Boston Marathon represents so much more than running 26.2 miles. It stands for hours of training, overcoming injuries and self-doubt, developing stamina, resiliency and self-confidence. It means having the opportunity run in the world’s most prestigious race and for most marathoners – the pinnacle of running. I ran Boston in 2011. It was my 16th marathon. It took me 15 previous marathons to finally qualify. Finishing was a moment I will always remember because an ordinary person like me was able to run it.

While Boston and its Marathon may have been tarnished yesterday, the spirit and tenacity of the running community will persevere, perhaps stronger than ever. It’s the nature of who we are as runners and this inclusive sport of running.

Like many others I suspect, the first thing I did today was head out for a run wearing my Boston running shirt and cap. I will be back Boston to run your amazing marathon once again. I just hope it doesn’t take me so long to qualify this time! Wish me luck in Philly in November.