I’m heartsick. I’m a basket of all sorts of emotions and concerns. What is happening now is not what I had imagined even two weeks ago. I had planned to write several posts of various things, including running and races, but they all seem so trite now. I want to write a deeper, more thoughtful post of life after the election, but it will require more time than what I have now.
One of the posts that I had planned on writing was about spectating the NYC Marathon. Helly, of Helly on the Run, ran this marathon and had the race of her life. I’m so proud of her and her accomplishment. Ben and I were out cheering for our friends with our club. We made race signs poking fun at Trump. They seemed funny then. They don’t anymore. I can’t even look at them anymore. I can’t bear to post up photos of those signs.
The following Monday was the monthly PPTC meeting. I actually have to plan and work hard to get out of work early to make it to the meeting because I normally stay at work until 8 pm (and now it’s the time of year, where I stay until 9 pm). I left early, but there were several car accidents along the way (I counted six, but I may have missed a couple), so getting back to Brooklyn took over two hours. Ben thought perhaps we shouldn’t go to the meeting because we were going to be late, but I insisted. I wanted to hear what our friends had to say about their NYC Marathon experience.
I’m so glad that we went. As people stood up to talk about their day, almost everyone teared up as they talked about how much love they felt from everyone out on the course (including PPTC’s own East Coast Appetite). All the cheers and support from spectators and from other fellow club members along the course. How during moments of hardships, a club member would suddenly appear to urge them on. How they never felt alone. The standing ovation that they came to when they showed up at the school that our club rented for the post-race get-together. I’m not the sentimental sort, but my eyes got moist and my heart swelled with all the FEELZ because in that room, in that moment, the love was real and palpable.
I never want to forget this. Remember the love. Live in love.