Just Keep Running
by Bethany Maines
I was going to use this blog to
announce the publication of my short story. Two weeks ago readers voted on the name – Spells of Murder,
Murder & Magic, or The Law of Magic and selected Spells of Murder as the
winner. And in the interest of
self here is the announcement: Spells of Murder on sale now! It’s only a buck and I sincerely hope
you enjoy it.
announce the publication of my short story. Two weeks ago readers voted on the name – Spells of Murder,
Murder & Magic, or The Law of Magic and selected Spells of Murder as the
winner. And in the interest of
self here is the announcement: Spells of Murder on sale now! It’s only a buck and I sincerely hope
you enjoy it.
But here’s what I really want to say.
I run. I’m not
a very fast runner. I will never
win races, but that’s not really the point. The point is that I run. But last week in Boston, someone tried
to stop runners, and people who support runners, from running. I know in the
coming weeks the motives and every move of the Tsarnaev brothers will be
examined and discussed, but to me the details don’t really matter. The bottom
line is that someone was filled with enough hate to try and kill lots of
people. And I think anyone who has ever done race understands that the injured
in Boston could have been me, could have been my family. Race
days are chaotic, crowd filled, and stoked by the little dramas of each,
individual runner who battles the clock and the road, striving to find out if
they put in the miles. Every race day big or small has that same feeling. Every
race day is The Boston to someone. Even though each runner is alone, or perhaps
because we’re alone, runners love the communal spirit of race day. And to have
someone attack that… it stabs at the heart. I wish I had some sort of words of
wisdom that would bring healing and help to the people that were injured. I don’t. All I can say is that I run. And I won’t be stopping.
a very fast runner. I will never
win races, but that’s not really the point. The point is that I run. But last week in Boston, someone tried
to stop runners, and people who support runners, from running. I know in the
coming weeks the motives and every move of the Tsarnaev brothers will be
examined and discussed, but to me the details don’t really matter. The bottom
line is that someone was filled with enough hate to try and kill lots of
people. And I think anyone who has ever done race understands that the injured
in Boston could have been me, could have been my family. Race
days are chaotic, crowd filled, and stoked by the little dramas of each,
individual runner who battles the clock and the road, striving to find out if
they put in the miles. Every race day big or small has that same feeling. Every
race day is The Boston to someone. Even though each runner is alone, or perhaps
because we’re alone, runners love the communal spirit of race day. And to have
someone attack that… it stabs at the heart. I wish I had some sort of words of
wisdom that would bring healing and help to the people that were injured. I don’t. All I can say is that I run. And I won’t be stopping.
Bethany
Maines is the author of Bulletproof
Mascara, Compact With the Devil and Supporting the Girls, as well
as a new series of paranormal short stories: Tales
from the City of Destiny. You can also
view the Carrie Mae youtube
video or catch up with her at www.bethanymaines.com.
Maines is the author of Bulletproof
Mascara, Compact With the Devil and Supporting the Girls, as well
as a new series of paranormal short stories: Tales
from the City of Destiny. You can also
view the Carrie Mae youtube
video or catch up with her at www.bethanymaines.com.
You go, girl! With the story and with the running. 🙂
I am not a runner, but I hope that you continue to run and I sincerly hope that everyone who wants to run, will continue to do so. The cowards should not be allowed to stop anyone from being who they are.