I am not certain how any of us can truly wrap our mind around what happened in Boston yesterday. I don’t want to highlight this specifically with the effect that it belittle some of the other tragic shootings of recent, but this one hits close to home for many of us.
I had to “turn off” my access to the news for a while today. More and more photos show up, more and more videos go viral on twitter and more and more you replay how you were RIGHT THERE. I didn’t let myself open up how vulnerable I felt even though I had no plans to attempt to run Boston in the past few years until I talked to Kendra about how we were RIGHT THERE. Until several friends asked if I was in Boston and I was asking friends if their runners and spectators were safe. You remember how your were RIGHT THERE as a spectator, as a runner, how your friends and family were in that spot, how any day, that was any one of us.
So I to tune out the news, I went for a run afterwork. I wore my Boston jacket, which still is “THE jacket” and I saw four others running in Boston jackets or shirts. Then I let myself feel grateful and lucky, that we can still go for a run. That for the most part this country is in good enough shape that for these events are still safe, that our neighborhoods are still safe, and that dirty bombs in popular neighborhoods, events and crowded streets are not a part of our daily life.
Many thoughts and well wishes to those affected by the acts of horror at the Boston Marathon, may strength come your way.