The last time I sat down to write, I was thinking about how absolutely
awesome the Boston Marathon is.
At the time, my plan for today was to replay some of the excitement
from this year’s race, talk about my friends who were in the crowd, who ran the
race – to celebrate the joyous event it is.
And just one day before the marathon, I was planning to write about standing on Boston Common watching one of my sons play baseball and talking
to marathoners who came all the way from the UK for the race and
ended up watching Ben’s game too.
But now, I am sitting here at my keyboard and am just pissed…Really
pissed.
But for me it goes even deeper – runners and Boston have the same
personality. We are tough, determined
and unstoppable when we get moving.
Only in Boston could you have
Heartbreak Hill near the end of the race. And only in Boston would
marathoners, after running 26.2 miles , run an
additional 2 miles to area
hospitals to give blood after someone tried to murder them.
So, what now?
Well, I don’t really know.
Evil is like fog. It can obscure our vision and keep us from seeing
those around us. It can separate and divide us.
Though technically sunny, I felt the fog today when I ran today.
Usually, the first time I run after the marathon I hear shouts from
people around town asking me if I ran in the Marathon, telling me to keep it up
and just sharing the joy of the event.
Today, my first run after Marathon Monday, it was
all quiet. It could have been that I was crying as I ran my 12 miles . But the fog seemed to be thick as I ran. No one waved, cheered or shouted at me. How could they?
The good news is that fog never lasts forever. And maybe, just maybe, if we all take a big
breath and blow, we can see each other again.
We are all injured. But we are
all in the game, running through the fog.
I guess there really is only one thing I do know – good will always
win and the fog will lift… eventually.
I’m mad as hell, and I will take a shot of that Dirty Water any
day of the week. And I know a friend or
two that will pull up a barstool along side of me, too, for a swig of it.
For those who did this, I have one thing to say. You screwed with
people who will run for hours and hours in the rain, the snow and the heat. They
will struggle on with injuries, they will stand on the sidelines endlessly cheering
for strangers - with the slimmest hope of seeing someone they love for a few
seconds along the road.
There ain’t no way you are getting away. We will eventually catch up to you.
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