Boston Marathon is like a dream for runners.
I know its what people strive for. The only race where you have to qualify to get in... its prestigious. Its history. Its world known. It's the Boston Marathon.
I always love that you can follow the race online, so I pull it up on one monitor while I do work on the other, keeping an eye on what's going on.
Excited to cheer on the US Women who are best of friends... who doesn't love a friend duo? Goucher & Flanagan. They are at the start line looking amazing & fit & ready for a race. I sat & watched as the ladies took off.
Then the men go out... one USA fella staying up in the pack the whole way.
It's always fun to follow on Twitter - seeing people who are cheering their friends & family members on.
I even was watching Ethan from Survivor on his Boston run... he would upload pictures throughout the race. (If you don't know who Ethan is, he is also a 3 time Cancer Survivor which makes him doing the Boston even more amazing to me)
|(Here's his picture at Mile 13)|
The finish came & its always exciting. Watching Goucher finish & the first words out of her mouth was asking how her friend did. There is nothing like finish line emotion! I even posted a picture on Instagram & said, "I wish they would leave this feed on all day long so you could just witness the emotion of the finish line"
Little did I know what the emotion would be...
I first saw on Twitter where someone wrote, "What is this mess going on in Boston?"
I thought they were just being funny & saying how much they hated running....
but then, the other Boston tweets started flying in....
Words like: explosion, tragedy, injured
WHAT? What is happening?
I pull up the ABC Live news feed & see what happened & I just sat stunned.
Is this the same finish line I was sitting & smiling while watching people cross?
In the blink of an eye... things can change.
I was not there - but I can imagine being there... my heart is there...
I can imagine the families waiting for their loved ones, ready to cheer them on for making it through a marathon... 26.2 miles... the most known race of our country.... people ready to celebrate.
So the shock of what happens next? It just is so unreal to me... so horribly wrong.... so evil
I sat all night & watched the updates
.... teared up to hear people loosing their lives
... to hear of a young 8 yr old boy who was excited to see his father cross that finish line, is now gone from this world
how do you wrap your mind around such cruel intentions?
The discussion in our house was on going last night.
Ricky now refuses to let me run the Derby Marathon/Mini-Marathon in less then 2 weeks... he's afraid an event that big around here could have issues now.
I keep saying I'm doing it... he keeps betting me I'm not... that I can be mad at him but I'll get over it & he's not going to let me go....
I can understand the fear...
We have a local runner who owns a Fleet Feet in the area who ran the Boston. He had finished the race not too long before & was heading back to his hotel... which is on the finish line.
The bomb went off as he was walking back.... he was only a block away
He said his first instinct was to just fall to his knees & pray to God....
people running all around him, & he was on his knees on the side walk....
I think that's a perfect example for us all as we try to figure out what happened...
just stay on our knees praying to God...
praying for the town, praying for the injured, praying for those who have lost loved ones...
just praying for our world