It took me a while to process everything that happened on Monday (I’m writing this Tuesday night). I chose to take down my post from Monday afternoon in light of it all, but my posts for yesterday went as scheduled; mostly because I hadn’t been able to wrap my head around it all.
I’ve now had time to think through it. I’ve read many blog posts about it, and they have all made me feel so loved and blessed to be a runner. Whoever did this terrible act of disgrace messed with the wrong people… runners won’t back down. We are an amazing group of people, and are there to support everyone the best way we can.
I cannot believe anyone would take a race as huge as this one, and turn it into devastation. People train hard, and for months ahead of time to reach this goal they have set for themselves. To take that away is wrong of anyone and hurtful.
What I saw when watching the news, and what I paid attention to, were the runners and volunteers, as well as other spectators, running over to help those around the bomb explosion. I saw runners turn around to help. I saw men and women fight through the gates to be able to help. Those are the people I choose to watch. Those are the heroes on Monday.
I felt like I knew so many people running the Boston marathon, purely from reading their blogs and watching their training. Hours upon hours of training went into this marathon. No words can express what I feel for all of the runners, who finished and watched the finish line turn into a war zone, who weren’t able to finish because of this, and all of those who were in the line of fire.
I actually had a friend from my hometown running the race. Luckily, she had finished with a time of 3:28 (merely minutes prior to the bombs) and wasn’t around. However, what she posted later, really made me stop and think. She explained how the finish line that brought so much joy to her, and so many memories, had to be torn down and is now a state of sadness. Can you imagine your emotions ? I certainly can’t.
I choose not to think of the coward behind these acts. I don’t want to remember him, just like I don’t want to remember the man who committed the horrifying acts at Sandy Hook. I don’t even know his name that’s how little I want to think of him. These people shouldn’t be named, and no one should talk about them. The publicity is what they want. They want to be recognized and have everyone know their names. I choose not to partake in this. I will think of the heroes lining up outside Red Cross making donations. I will think of those that ran to help anyone that was hurt. I will remember those that were lost yesterday. I will remember anyone who might have lost limbs, or were just hurt in general. Those are the people we need to make known to the world.
I went out for a run yesterday afternoon for 26.2 minutes. I ran in complete silence, and took that time to talk to God and think through everything that happened in the prior 24 hours. I thought about everyone running, and everyone cheering them on. Please continue to run and pray for those runners and family members. They need our prayers. I wore a race shirt while running, and while explaining to my CCD kids how God acted in those volunteers, and God will get them through.