Normally I would remain silent and not blog about such a horrific event. But it’s Boston and I feel the need to say something. Although I can’t eloquently string the right words together to convey what I’m feeling.
Anger. Rage. Disgust. Sadness. Heartbroken.
My heart breaks for the 3 people that were killed, especially the 8-year-old boy cheering for his Dad. Reports are saying that his sister (6 years old) lost her leg. I pray that the death toll doesn’t rise as 17 are still listed as critically injured.
I can’t wrap my head around the scene at the finish line.
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My heart breaks for the runners that didn’t get a chance to cross the finish line…stopped around Mile 25.
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Running Boston last year was a dream come true – something that can still bring tears of joy to my eyes. I know a handful of runners that ran their first Boston yesterday and it disgusts me that their experience is lessened due to yesterday’s events. As my sister-in-law said…an incredibly joyous event is now marred.
I agree, this tragedy basically has me speechless, it is hard to put into words. There are so many things that are so disturbing.
It is mind-boggling to think how someone gets to the point of such hatred to do something so horrific. The lump in my throat hasn’t left since I heard the news.
But Bostonians are some of the most stubborn and resilient people I’ve ever met. That attitude drove me nuts when I first moved here but now it will serve us all as we try to put the pieces back together.
And the marathon will be back next year. Bigger and better. This town wouldn’t have it any other way.
XO.
I know, there really are no adequate words…
I agree – I cannot wrap my brain around any of this, nor do I expect I ever will. I am thankful that my husband finished & safely returned home, and that I had committed to volunteer in Framingham at a water stop. We were lucky…many weren’t.
I wish all peace as we try to come to terms with life post-disaster.
I just got back home from Boston and am still trying to process all that happened. I haven’t really had the mental space to actually soak in the fact that I ran a strong race because just moments after I reunited with my family and fiance a couple blocks from the finish, the terrible events happened. Of course we had no idea what was going on for at least 20-30 min but we knew something was wrong. All I could feel was such gratitude – for finishing when I did, for the safety of my loved ones…We ended up having to walk about 3-4 miles backwards parallel to the course (which was completely desolate aside from police by that point) to try to get out of the city – seeing runners wandering around who didn’t finish trying to find their way back to family etc was just heartbreaking. I didn’t see the finish line footage until much later when we eventually made it back to where we were staying – which was even more horrifying. I still can’t wrap my head around it either.
I’m feeling mixed emotions about my race but I’m trying to remind myself that I just ran because I feel a bit numb (it just doesn’t feel like I just ran Boston, aside from my sore muscles). but we can’t let whoever did this completely ruin the spirit of this amazing marathon – and our ability to take pride in our accomplishments. I’ll definitely be back next year to show my support for Boston! Anyway sorry for the rambling comment – I guess I should eventually write in my own blog 🙂
I don’t even know what to say and feel no matter what I say it is not the right thing. I’m still in shock but at the same so incredible proud of the runner community! If I wouldn’t be a runner already, I would be one by now. Hearing all the amazing things runners did and still do gives me goose bumps!