In 1967, Kathrine Switzerwas the first woman to enter and complete the Boston Marathon as a numbered entry. She registered under the gender-neutral name of “K.V. Switzer”. After realizing that a woman was running, race organizer Jock Semple went after Switzer shouting, “Get the hell out of my race and give me those numbers.” however, Switzer’s boyfriend and other male runners provided a protective shield during the entire Marathon. These photographs taken of the incident made world headlines.
I try not to give myself too much hope about things. It makes me too future-thinking, and I try to live in the moment as much as I can.
However, in moments where I’m in pain, I want hope that I won’t hurt so bad anymore at some point.
I didn’t sleep at all last night. I was shaking, having all kinds of hopeless simulations of conversations in my head. Thinking of kissing people that I can’t. Wishing things were different. Wanting very much to be held.
And what do you do, then? When all you want is to be held, but there’s no one to ask?
I’m feeling loneliness more keenly now.