Boston has faced some serious challenges since April 15, 2013. As a runner and having been at mile 25.8, sweaty and scared, running alongside my strong friend Andrea (shout out to my gal who earned that medal!), I realize how much this city meant to me at that moment and still now, a year later. Now, on the heels of the tragic, untimely deaths of two heroes and very brave fireman, we come together again. We are resilient. We are a community. We are one. We are Boston Strong.
I may not be the most obsessed member of Red Sox nation, but having spent my collegiate years with Fenway in my backyard, I can't help but feel a connection to what the team means to this city. The Red Sox represent hope, courage, and tradition. Who knows what catapulted the Sox to a 2013 World Series victory - was it simply hard work and determination? I like to think the Boston Marathon was the fuel to their flame - the motivation to fight back against those that thought they could rock the soul of our city. Either way, they gave us a gift. And for that, I am a forever fan.
The timing of opening day is impeccable. Our city needs to smile, feel the sun, and maybe eat a Fenway frank (or two). Thank you, Red Sox, for your uncanny knack of being there when we need you.
Happy Spring to my favorite city,