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January 20, 2017
Hey All! Most of you know me but those of you that don't, here's a little bit about me and why I chose to run :)...don't worry I won't try to get too mushy or detailed about myself
I began running at the mere age of 13..and If I think back to those running days... I hated it...all I wanted to do is play basketball and do a sport that involved something more then just well...running. It wasn't until the summer of that same year I realized that maybe there was something more to running like using all that pent up energy I had to run races for a cause or participate in relay/obstacle course. Throughout my teen years (sigh..im old), I ran varsity track & field and cross country and continued that into college, where I began to develop an interest in dance as well. I still continued to run and dance even after undergrad and then decided prior to my first year in medical school that I would run the most prestigious race in the world, the Boston Marathon.
I grew up watching these races live and on TV, thinking one day maybe I could run to support charities/foundations like these runners did (at that point I was only running a max of 2-3 miles...so this dream was very farfetched). So it was on that cold day in January that I signed up for the 2013 Boston Marathon, my very first marathon! I trained in the brutal Boston winter weather (and for those of you that know me, I hate the COLD, I am still not quite sure how I will do this again but its all in the works of creating a better heating sweatgear system :) ), ran up and down heartbreak hill (until literally I thought I was going to break), and stuck to the beginner marathon training and fundraising regimen.
On the morning of my first marathon, I woke up at the crack of dawn to trek my way into Boston that cold morning in April. I was then moved out to Hopkinton on a bus with all the other marathon runners where I was to start my race three hours later (in the meantime I ate 3 bagels, and again for those of you that know me...CARBS!?!?!). I started that race so excited that by the time I got to heartbreak hill, I thought I would give up and start walking, but then I remembered I put in so much hardwork and determination to train for this race that I had to make it to the end. I instead decided to focus on the drummer next to me, the screaming supporters saying "GO POOOOYA", and the photographer yelling at me to get my attention to smile at the camera at mile 19. As I continued onwards in my journey to the finish line, all I could think about were two things: crossing that finish line and food. Little did I know I was not going to be able to finish that race because of 2 bombs that exploded at the finish line where my friends and family were waiting. As I approached the right turn to the end, a cop stopped me to say, "honey, you can't go to the finish line, two bombs went off", I tiredly explained to him, "no I need to finish, I worked so hard and my family is there, I have to go" and when asked where everyone went, he told me "I don't know". The choas on the roads of screaming spectators and runners was not something I thought my first experience would entail.
As I roamed around walking aimlessly and crying in pain (not sure if it was from the 26 miles I just ran or the fact my family and friends were missing), I realized that there was some good out there. I met so many selfless people including the woman that took off her own clothes because she saw I was freezing. As I remember looking down at my watch I saw I was approaching over 30 miles that day, I finally ended up at the Copley hotel where I cried to the concierge telling him about my missing family and the blood I witnessed on the streets. Trying to console me, we finally got through the cell lines and my family and I were reunited. I look back at that day and know that even though I can never change the past, I can always change the future and run for those that can't.
Throughout all of medical school I planned on running again but was not sure when I would get in or have the time to train. After keeping my hopes and dreams alive, I finally was accepted to run the 2017 Boston Marathon. During medical school, I participated in the tough mudder, ran 10 K races, and pushed myself to run after a long day of studying because I knew I would be back again. This year I get that opportunity along with helping others through the Wildflower foundation, to cross that finish line. I plan on training even smarter, running even harder, and representing this foundation to the best of my ability because I will always run for those that can't. So with hearing my story I hope you all will support me by donating to my cause on this page. I know I couldn't have gotten as far as a runner without supporters like you and it is people like you that make the Boston Marathon what it is today! Thank you and I hope you all will support me in my feat!
About the charity I am running for:
Wildflower is dedicated to serving children and families who have experienced the loss of a parent. By providing the gift of camp and enrichment opportunities for children, as well as consistent support and respite for parents, families are able to strengthen their resilience and create positive opportunities for the future. We are proud to have a team running in this year's Boston Marathon. When you make a donation to a Team Wildflower runner, your donation will be used to send our campers to a just-right summer camp, helping them to find respite from their grief. Thank you once again for all that you do and support Pooja in running the 2017 Boston Marathon!
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