I had just finished my workout and gotten off the treadmill when the bomb explosions happened. Most of the time, the TV is on in the locker room, but not yesterday. I was dragging ease the workout wore me out, but I was thrilled I’d made it through.
It was my until I returned home a little later that I heard the news.
I can’t imagine the feelings of those runners and their friends and families. To have weed so hard to get there, to be doing something totally innocent and exciting only to have some cowards rip it to shreds. The Boston Marathon is not a political event. It’s not even about haves and have nots. It’s about people doing their personal best and those who were cheering them on.
What sort of assholes destroy something like that? It makes no point, it just makes them look like deranged bullies. You can’t figure out a better way to voice yourself, so you speak with weapons against the defenseless.
Like Craig Ferguson said last night, I am sick of this shit.
I was born in Boston. I have family there. It is the city my son is most likely to attend college this fall. I love Boston. People were running for charity. A child was killed and several injured. A 78 tear old man who was about to cross the finish line was knocked over. Over 100 people from the local runners club I just joined were in the race. A friend of my husband and his family were there. I’m a runner. I’m an American. I’m a human being. Damn right I’m taking this personally. I guess the bombers were successful in that regard.
I do understand one thing the perpetrators might be feeling: I am angry enough to want to hurt them. But I won’t be planting any bombs and sneaking away from the devastation.
Fear is a terrible thing, a terrible weapon to wield and it takes a cruel person to wield it. I may never qualify for the Boston Marathon, but I will run my races with them in my heart. And I’m thinking about watching the race in Boston from the sidelines next year. Bullies must not win.