The Boston Marathon is iconic. Even people who don't know how far a
marathon is know that Boston is like the Superbowl of running. ESPN
didn't think it was a big enough deal to televise, but terrorists
thought it was big enough to bomb.
Words have been
inadequate this week and still are. But words were my window to at
least understand what was happening. I watched the whole thing unfold
on Twitter...the bombing on Monday, the shootout at MIT, and the capture
of the remaining suspect on Friday. Most of my tweeps are runners, and
several of them were actually running on Monday. Thankfully, none were
hurt. Physically, that is. We were all hurt by what happened. And we
pulled together as a community. We prayed. We donned our race shirts
and laced up our shoes and went running. And we said that we would not
stop running because of this; if anything, many of us are more
determined than ever now. Someone said, "If you are trying to defeat
the human spirit, marathoners are the wrong group to target." So true.
After what happened this week, I am even more grateful that I will be
running my first marathon with and for United States Marines. 27 weeks
and counting....
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