Never is my wildest dreams would I ever have thought that I would write a post like this one. On April 15, 2013 tragedy struck in Boston. On the day that is "the" day for runners all over the world...a day many work endless hours to reach...a day many of us only DREAM about...a day that celebrates a wonderful city and a wonderful tradition of embracing the amazing ability of the human body...bombs went off. A little after the 4 hour mark of the marathon, 2 explosions went off near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. One second people were cheering and celebrating as they reached the end of their 26.2 journey, the next second complete chaos. I won't be posting photos of the events that happened today...many of us will unfortunately never forget them. 3 lives were lost, over 100 injured. Tragic.
There isn't much to say about this other than how incredibly sad this day has been. I began watching the live stream of the marathon online but had to get to work, so I stopped watching around the one hour forty minute mark of the women's race. For my lunch, I planned to rush home to finish watching the race, but by the time I turned on my car the radio was announcing the sad news. The rest of my day was spent in disbelief and heartbreak for all those involved.
Today will be a day I never forget. I pray for those impacted by this terrible event that they find some comfort and peace after such a shattering event...I pray for those of us who run that we always remember that safety is #1...I pray that we all realize how precious life is and that each moment, each step, each deep breath, is a gift.
Live this gift to the fullest.