December 13, 2013 on 12:06 pm | In Charity, Community | No Comments
This blog brought to you by TriSports Champion Jake Greenwood. As we approach the anniversary of this very tragic event, we thought Jake’s blog (written earlier this year) was the perfect one to share. We all hope that the people of Sandy Hook are finding joy this holiday season in the memories of those lost to them. Follow Jake on Twitter – gwoodjcg.
This blog is not about Leadville or Kona. This blog is about a 5K. That’s right, 3.1 miles. Most of you wouldn’t even enter a 5K race. Recently I participated in a 5K that was far more grueling than any other endurance event I’ve encountered in my life.
I live a mere 12 miles from Sandy Hook Elementary School and have seen my community and my schools changed forever. The innocence my children once had hopping on the school bus each morning has been stripped from them. In return we have been given fear, frustration, and a deep, deep hole in our souls.
On March 23rd I participated in the Sandy Hook Run for the Families in Hartford, Connecticut. Along with 12,000 other participants, I ran the 3.1-mile loop through Bushnell Park to raise money for the families.
Again, most of you wouldn’t even enter a 5K race. Your countless hours of training have fine-tuned your bodies to view a 5K as a warm up to the next 20 miles you’ll run. But make no mistake; this was a grueling 3.1 miles. Far more grueling than the hours you will spend on the road this weekend.
Prior to the run, 26 bells were rung one at a time to symbolize the lost lives of the students and faculty of Sandy Hook Elementary School. The sound of 12,000 silent people in the heart of one of the largest metropolitan cities in the U.S. was deafening. As we wound through the course not a word was uttered. All that could be heard was heavy breathing and the whimpers of adults fighting back tears.
With a heavy heart, I proudly pushed my 4 year old daughter and 1 year old daughter in the stroller while holding my 8 year old son’s hand through the course. No course record was to be set. No medals were given out. No post race barbeques were held. No tales of trials and triumph were shared. The crowd simply ran the course and slowly, sadly made their way back to their cars and drove home.
When I wake up early and fill my water bottles for a long day of biking and running, I often think of that morning. I can still see the pain in so many of the adult’s eyes and the lack of understanding in my children’s faces. The pain I will feel as I embark on hour 4 in the tri-position is no match for the pain in all of our hearts over the recent tragic events of Sandy Hook and now Boston.
The Sandy Hook Run for the Families was not about running. It was about life: honoring the memory of precious lives lost through tragedy and celebrating the gift of life. It was about uniting in hope for the future.
Live. That is what we must do. Embrace new challenges. Push your body beyond its limits. Spoil your family. Because, in the end, life is finite and today will too soon be yesterday.