A year ago today I ran my first 14 miler with a friend. In honor of the Boston Marathon. It was kind of like our own little marathon. We ran through the gorgeous, scenic parts of Scituate and Cohasset Massachusetts. Afterwards I felt like a new person. I finally felt like a real runner. I was all in with this running. I caught the bug and it was not leaving me.
Starving, I grabbed a roast beef sandwich and scarfed the whole thing down in five mintues. Jumped into the shower and put on some sweats. Watched a little of the marathon on tv and fell asleep. Napped until the phone was ringing off the hook. It was my brother, John. He was trying to find out where I was. He had thought I went to the marathon. I answered all groggy. He asked if I had heard what happened. I had no idea what he was talking about. He said there was a bomb at the marathon. I immediately jumped up and turned on the tv.
There it was. About 5 minutes prior 2 bombs went off on Bolyston St. Site of the Boston Marathon finish line. First responders were on scene helping the injured, the mamed, the dead. Newscasters were still trying to figure out what was going on. People had stopped crossing the finish line. Runners were stopped in their tracks. Whether they finished or not. How unfair. I quickly took inventory on who I knew running the race. It was at about hour 3 or 4, where most of my friends were crossing. I was worried for them. I was worried for their families. Confused too. Why was this happening?
I was shocked that this happened. Running and racing was a resource of happiness for so many. The unity running brings people from all areas of the world truly inspires others whether they've ever ran. Why would someone ever try to tarnish that?
Days later we learned who did this unthinkable act. Will we ever learn why? There's simply no excuse.
Boston is stronger today, more unified than ever. This years marathon will prove more than just finishing, a PR or a sore knee. It will prove Americans pull together, once again, in times of tragedy.