I don’t know what to say. I had just finished my post for today, which now seems terribly insensitive. I’ll likely post it tomorrow with a disclaimer, but I can’t, with all this pain, do it now.
I’m hurting. For the people in Boston. Those killed. Those injured. Their families. The other runners who worked so hard for a finish that will never happen. For runners everywhere. For Americans. For everyone.
At the time I’m writing this, there has been no definitive answer on what happened. Or why. Or who.
And for me, it doesn’t really matter. I hurt for them regardless. Because they are people. Just like you and me. And they are hurting. I’m sick just reading the updates and looking at the grotesque pictures that belong only in war movies. I’m not looking at it anymore.
Just remember today how lucky you are. How safe. How healthy. How alive.
Others are not so lucky.
My running community is my family. They take me as I am. Not because they have to…because they want to. They choose to. And tonight, my family is hurting. Pray for Boston. Pray for my family. Pray for all of us.
I need to clear my head. I need to run. For Boston. For my family. For my life. Won’t you join me?