I'm not a runner -- at least, not on the level of those who participate in the Boston Marathon.
I've participated in a trio of obstacle runs (Gladiator Rock & Run, Rugged Maniac, Warrior Dash) as well as one Pat's Run (2012). I'm signed up again to run in Tempe this Saturday.
And after what happened Monday in Boston, I can honestly say I've never been more excited for a race in my life.
The motto for Pat's Run is: Run, Walk, Honor.
The first two parts were going to be for ourselves; the third has always been for Pat Tillman and the rest of our armed forces. Now you can include the victims from the Boston Marathon bombing.
Am I worried about security? Please. The second one starts thinking about that, it's all over.
We have to keep running. Period.
There are still many questions about what happened Monday, some of which will never be answered? Who did this? We'll probably find out. Why did they do this? We'll probably get a reason. And none of it will really, truly matter to those who lost a loved one or have had their lives change because of what happened. A terrible thing happened, and there's no way to turn back time to make sure it doesn't.
What happened in Boston was shocking, tragic, disturbing, angering and confusing. Just like any incident that seems to come out of nowhere, it is not unreasonable to express both sadness and shock.
I've even seen reactions that question our reaction to the bombing, given that America is responsible for the deaths of far more civilians overseas than who perished Monday.
At the very least, what happened has made everyone think. They think about family, friends, national security, national priorities. Don't believe me? Check out any of the three most recent blogs written by Arizona Sports 620 show hosts.
For me, though, it comes back to running, and the fact that many people will be unable to do what they love because of what happened.
Twenty-six miles. Wow.
I can't even begin to imagine running that course, yet I struggle even more to imagine wanting to -- and once being able to -- and no longer having that option.
Hopefully the vast majority of those hurt Monday will be able to run again; hopefully the thousands who were unable to cross the finish line this time will be able to do so next year.
Because there is nothing like a personal triumph, and there's not a doubt in my mind everyone who has ever finished that race has felt damn good about themselves. I've been there, albeit to a lesser extent.
And I'll be there again Saturday, crossing the 42-yard line at Sun Devil Stadium.
Because I can. Because I want to.