T minus 2 days and I’ll be hopping aboard an airplane to Chicago – the city I lived in nearly 8 years ago – with Brittany by my side. I don’t know what I’m most excited for because there are so many things to be jazzed about. Being back in Chicago during the fall season. Watching Brittany cross the finish line of her FIRST ever marathon (I’m so insanely proud, it’s almost disgusting). Meeting run clients in person and cheering them on after emailing and texting for months. Seeing my family after such a long time. Celebrating BQs with my treasured run crew – the women who’ve been by my side the last four months non-stop. I’m thrilled about all of it!
This trip is bound to be memorable for a lot of reasons. But the sad thing is, I fear something terrible might happen. It’s supposed to be such a magical experience and a beautiful day, so who’s to say it won’t be ruined by some horrific act of violence? I ran Boston the year of the bombing and I stood just around the corner of the finish line, so I know it’s possible. I’ve been reading the news obsessively after the Vegas shooting. I am hyper aware of the potential crisis that could strike. The fact that I even have to consider the possibility of a tragedy like this is terrible. That is the world we live in right now and it pains me, as I’m sure it does you.
I don’t have much else to say on the topic except WE NEED POLICY CHANGE. If not now, WHEN? What will it take? How many people must be murdered before we do something?
And with that, my heart is racing all over again. I can’t seem to be calm about it and I’m sorry to bring this to such a dark place, but I truly can’t seem to go anywhere else right now. I am trying my best to slow down this week and just BREATHE. It’s hard, but I’m working on it.
I took a lunchtime spin class today and lucky for me, it turned out to be SO good for my soul. The instructor did not avoid the topic (like many do) but instead encouraged us to leave the room and bring positivity and love out into the world. The music choices were on point and I was filled with hope by the time the cool-down came. It sounds silly that a workout class could turn my whole week around, but it honestly did. (Thanks Marc at Pure Indoor Cycling!)
I’m sending love out to all of you who are probably in the same boat as I am. It’s hard to feel joyful this week. I get it. I’m sending messages to my representatives (even though that feels like a dead end) and trying to be extra loving. It’s the best I know how to do.