Thankful to have such amazing friends, family and people willing to help those in need and risk their lives to protect us.
Couldn’t be more proud to be an American than I am now and to call Boston my home
Prays and thoughts go out to those still recovering in Boston and those in Waco
All day on Monday, as I traveled through Singapore, I thought about runners sleeping in Boston. 13 hours ahead, I was already post-race…My 3 pm Monday was their 11 pm Sunday. For friends, teammates, and our entire industry, it was marathon eve. Like Christmas for runnerds, I imagined bib numbers laid out, socks next to shoes, shiny packs of gu, and favorite shorts. I imagined insomnia and nerves and relief. I thought wistfully about my own bib number, waiting unclaimed at the expo, and my Boston-yet-to-be. I imagined Oiselle HQ gathering at 6 am for our West Coast viewing party. I thought about how it was at just such a party 2 years ago that I got inspired to qualify in ‘12 and race in ‘13. I thought about Desi and her insane performance…her strength becoming 10 times her stature as she devoured the course. I imagined family, Mac’s mom. I imagined Oiselle Team…Meghan, Elizabeth, Karen, Ellen, Amanda, Kelli, Stacey, Chris, Lisa, Erin, and Taryn. Mason with his family. Lauren and Shanna…each 7+ mos pregnant, cheering for two. Steph Rothstein, ready to throw down. I thought about Tish’s Runner’s World article about Shalane and Kara and how proud their friendship/rivalry makes me as a woman runner. Awesome, strong, fierce as hell competitive mojo right there. I imagined so many things. All positive. All joyful.
I tried to stay up and follow twitter. But it was too late. I had to sleep.
Little did I know I would wake to a nightmare.
-Sally Bergesen, Founder + CEO of Oiselle running apparel for women