I had another post planned for today, but I couldn’t bring myself to post something without acknowledging yesterday’s tragedy.
As a Bostonian and a runner, the events hit particularly close to home, despite the fact that my home is now far from Beantown.
For three years I worked about a block or two from the site of the bombing. Since most people take Patriot’s Day off from work, we’d use the bosses being out of the office as an opportunity to “take a break” and go watch the runners finishing the marathon.
Just days ago, Nick and I booked a trip to Boston about a month from now.
And a week and a half ago I started training for my first ever half marathon.
Thankfully, all of my friends and family are safe. But it’s hard not to think about the “what if’s.”
It’s sad, really, that we need to worry about things like this. Such senseless, idiotic people ruining things for everyone else. It’s bad enough to have to worry about our soldiers, sailors, Marines and airmen overseas dodging bombs. But to have to worry about dodging them in our own country, where we’re supposed to feel safe? It’s unthinkable.
Boston is and has always been a strong and prideful city. Proud of their history, proud of their roots, their outstanding schools and hospitals, and of course, whether winning or losing, proud of their beloved sports teams. Boston will recover from this and become even stronger than before. Hopefully we all can. In the meantime, we count our blessings and pray for the victims of this terrible event.