It was a rainy night, and I questioned whether or not they would hold the event; and if so, if I wanted to run. That sounds wussy, I know, "I don't wanna get wet even though the run supports a noble cause, wah, wah, wah," which is exactly why I still went despite the downpour. I know that runners at Boston did all kinds of courageous and noble acts for those who were injured and killed; the least I could do was show up and run in the rain.
Once gathered, a few "leaders" said some words, we shared in a moment of silence, we sang the National Anthem (particularly tugged at the ole heart strings this time), we posed for a giant group pic, and then we ran. Around a track.
Since it was literally pouring, some runners just ran a "symbolic" lap or two, maybe a mile, but others, like myself, ran 3+ miles. For selfish reasons more than anything, I wanted to get at least 3 miles done, and after I was soaked within the first lap, I figured, "Eh, may as well do what I can out here."
The event sold out of the t-shirts they'd ordered, and they managed to have a really significant turn out, especially considering the weather, so they were able to raise a nice little sum for The One Fund. I got there too late for a tee but still donated some moola, so I got to benefit from the warm fuzzies even without the tee.
All around, it was a feel-good run-sperience.
Plus, Monday was my birthday -- yes, the Earth graciously shared the day with ME. So, in honor of the day, my 35th birthday, I made sure my mileage was an even 3.5.