In light of the horrible events that happened in Boston today myself and my guests, Laura and Rebecca- have decided to cancel the show in respect to everyone involved. The show is re-scheduled for May 27th. Stay tuned!

Here is Rebecca’s blog about this day as a runner:

Runners, We are Family

Driving home after work today I was completely unaware of the tragedy that occurred at Boston; switching on the AM station at 3:10 PM to check traffic I heard news about runners at the finish line and thought with a smile “Oh, they’re actually broadcasting Boston! How cool!” More words…talk about med tents and ambulances…and my thoughts switched gears to “Are some runners injured? Heat exhaustion…? It’s not that warm…” and then the words “explosions” jarred my brain and my blood ran cold. I felt like I was going to drive off the road, I started breathing erratically. So much confusion, so much happening, and not nearly enough information.

The attack at the Boston marathon is something that hits me in a way I can’t describe. So many runners looked forward to this day all year, and every runner wanted to be there more than any other goal in life. Getting to the starting line of the Boston marathon is every runner’s wish come true, and dreams were fulfilled today only to be tragically cut short with a senseless act of violence.  I can’t tell you how many times I was told by a loved one “I’m so glad you weren’t at Boston today.”

I have no words to express how I feel. My heart goes out to the runners, spectators and their families. My heart aches and sadness overcomes all other feelings right now. This act of violence attacked my running family….took away the one joy that was a tradition for 125 years and turned it into chaotic tragedy. While I wasn’t there, many of my running Tweeps and blogging friends were, and I worried.

I do feel like my friends were attacked. I can’t explain it. It’s like “You’re messing with my family“. Runners have that sense of comradery I can’t explain. We’re all on the same journey together when we run a marathon, and all have words of encouragement to send to each other; there’s no sense of ruthless, cutthroat competition…runners are a special breed of people full of laughter, smiles, stories and praise. I’m so proud to be a part of their group and call myself a runner.

Runners, we are all in the same family together, our veins all run with the same blood…we are filled with fire, determination, and a refusal to quit. From the fastest runner who triumphantly wins the first place medal, to the last one to cross the finish line to a roaring crowd, we are ALL made of the same steel.To each runner, I send my love. To the runner’s families, I send my thanks for supporting the beloved runner in your family. We are all family, united, and all feel the same anger, pain and shock.

I love my running family, and my thoughts are with each and every one of you tonight. As I hit the trails tomorrow you will be in my thoughts, and strengthening my resolve to keep running and never quit. Nothing can stop us.

We are runners.