Monday, April 15, 2013
This morning 27,000 runners excitedly carbo-loaded, laced up, and stood in pace groups waiting to put months of training and dedication to the ultimate test... running Boston. They crossed the starting line with something to prove and a crowd to inspire. Their friends and family lined the streets to see their hard work payoff. Friends and family who had inevitably been there through past triumphs, PRs, ice baths, sweat, and tears.
Some ran Boston because it was their home town, some ran it to cross it off their bucket list, some came with passports to compete on an elite stage. No matter what brought each of them to the starting line, the spirit of the Boston Marathoner is clear. Its grit. Its passion. Its physical and mental toughness. A beginner like myself can't help but watch and be inspired.
Watching the tragic events of the day unfold I can't help but notice the contrast of the crime on the setting. A nameless faceless unknown individual commited an anonymous violent act on an event that epitomizes the best of the American spirit. I can only pray that Boston as a city can dig deep and re-discover the grit, passion, and toughness that their marathon represents to so many.