You know I'm training to run a marathon.
What you may not know is that it is not just a marathon.
Some of you think I should just get over what happened during the marathon bombings; say I'm being melodramatic about my feelings toward the event having covered it that day from the finish line.
Others won't understand why a random marathon in October would matter to me, since it is not like I am running the Boston Marathon route.
Some days I don't know the answers to that last question myself.
All I can say is that it matters. It is not important why it matters, or why it feels like it will be a major step in the direction of feeling less raw when I think about that day or running in general.
So, if I've asked to you come cheer me on that day and I get agitated when you say you're busy or you don't want to wake up at 8am and stand around for hours in the cold just to watch me move my feet I apologize.
It's just that while many people have been supportive of me in various different ways, I feel like this will be the one time I will allow myself to lean on people for help. No, you can't run for me, but in a way, I feel like I would be buoyed by friends and family lining the course I'm running.
I'm putting in the training, so I'm not worried that I won't finish 26.2 miles (even if I wind up running slower than I've ever run before at times). I'm worried all the emotion I've been trying to figure out over the last few months will just come flying out.
And if that happens, well, I guess I'd just like some people I enjoy around to help catch them.