Today started like any other day for me. My son woke me up at 3 am, then again at 6 am, then again at 6:30 am. I knew it was going to be a long day, just not how long.
The first thing that hit my mind was the date; tax day. I then remembered the people who were in Boston, thinking about my own running goals with no inkling that I would ever qualify to run in that race, my fat ass just never could allow me to get down to those speeds, let along for 26.2 miles. I thought of the couple of people i know who were running, who might be running and I tried to think positive thoughts to those, hoping the weather wouldn’t be like last year, which seems to be happening at more long races.
I went to work, thinking about my trip to New Orleans tomorrow, hoping I could get all of my work done before the day ended…
Never in my wildest dreams would I expect a call from my wife who told me bombs went off at Boston.
My wife and i were merely co workers during 9/11 where we talked that day about what we were seeing. Now we both are runners with her finishing a 5k last Saturday and me trying to recover from shoulder surgery and possibly complete a half marathon in two weeks.
The images I saw were out of my worst nightmares of military experiences. I have seen bombs explode, I have seen the outcome and I would only wish this on my worst enemy, and not even then now. These things are non-discriminatory, hurting anything and everything.
Worse for me, the time of 4:09:44 I saw on the race clock was probably around the time I would have been finishing if I ever do run a marathon.
Quickly I got on twitter to see all of the people I know there and to see what was going on. I saw famous people who were in shock. I got a tweatback from Dick Beardsley about one of his club runners who was half a mile from the finish. I stated “Glad he was safe, sad he was that close”. He agreed.
Someone who works for me said a friend was literally 1 minute complete and still in the chute when the bomb went off. 1 minute.
I read a blog post of a girl who was 30 feet away from the explosion, walking towards.
I have a special place in my heart for Boston, my dad a lifelong Red Sox fan. I was in Logan Airport 1 week to the day before 9/11. I love the history and the people from there.
So what can a guy in Wyoming do to show support of the over 130 people now impacted and the 3 people who have lost their life to this senseless act? Well, I went for a run tonight and probably ran harder than I should have with my shoulder feeling the way it did. I swapped out my shoelaces to yellow and blue, the colors of the run.
Tomorrow I will be flying to New Orleans and I plan on wearing a race shirt as I saw many runners plan on doing so. Hopefully the people seeing me walking around two airports in my shirt, my USA running hat and the sad face, people will know how I support the runners who ran to the hospitals to give blood, those who ran but did not finish and to the poor older man who literally was blown off his feet, yet was walked across the finish line.
I also am going to run this stupid half marathon in two weeks. I don’t care if my time is 4 hours, 9 minutes and 44 seconds, I am going to run in honor of the people lost and injured. I am also now firm on running a full marathon this year. I signed up for one, thinking I might want too, and didn’t want that to fill up. So on Sept 21st, 2013 I will wear my blue and yellow shoelaces and a shirt I plan on buying from the BAA website to honor the race, the people of Boston and that no idiot can make me be afraid. The point of terrorist acts is to put fear in the minds and hearts of citizens. I WILL NOT BE AFRAID, I WILL STAND TALL AND SUPPORT THOSE WHO DO THE SAME!!!!!! I WILL NOT HATE, I WILL NOT HAVE ANYTHING BUT FAITH, LOVE, AND COMPASSION.