The events that occurred on Monday afternoon in Boston were shocking, unexpected and tragic. Disasters like these effect all of us differently. I just turned 32 last week and have seen lived through a number of tragedies during that time. These bombings in Boston really struck a chord with me today.
I've been a long distance runner for more than half of my lifetime. I started as freshman in high school, continued in college and then trained with a racing team for a couple years after college. I've done several half marathons, two marathons, an overnight relay race and even ran around Mount St. Helens.
I've been in the same position as those runners focused on the finish line and the fans on the sidewalks cheering them on. In high school we volunteered to assist with the Chicago Marathon every October. Running is supposed to be a way for someone to push their limits, it is a healthy activity where you find out a lot about yourself in the process. Enduring 26.2 miles is truly a roller coaster of emotion as you monitor your pacing and force yourself continue onward despite your legs, lungs and mind telling you to stop. Training for a marathon take months or even years of training to properly build up and prepare for the mileage.
Boston is truly the granddaddy of U.S. Marathons and holds a special place in the hearts of runners. First you must qualify by running faster than a time limit set by your age and gender. Runners from all across the globe aim to have a chance to run on the famed Boston Marathon course. I know a number of people across the country who were running Boston today. Luckily they are all safe. Unfortunately not everyone can say that.
The finish line of a marathon is supposed to be a place and joy and tears of happiness. Not terror and bloodshed. My heart goes out to all the victims and their families.