This Sunday I'm running my first ever 5-mile race.
Weird, right? I've racked up the race miles running 5Ks, 10Ks, a half-marathon (and am now training for my first full marathon in October), but this will be my first 5-miler.
But that's not really important.
What's important is that race isn't about pace for me. It isn't about just finishing. It is about running for all of those who can't.
Boston's Run to Remember is a race to honor those law enforcement officers who were killed in the line of duty. This year, given all that has happened in the past month, that seems like more than enough of a reason to run.
This race is one I am not running for my own personal gain, which is typically my general philosophy on racing.
This race is for those who gave their lives doing their jobs protecting people like me. This is for their families, who kissed their loved ones goodbye every morning knowing there was a chance they may not come home.
So really, whether I am faster than the person next to me or not doesn't matter. In the grand scheme of things, it seems like a minuscule gesture to simply run -- for others this time.
But, in so many ways during the past month, I keep coming back to the feeling that when words and other actions fail me, maybe that is what I need to do: Just run. Because somehow, every step means something to me -- even if I can't articulate it.