Tuesday, April 16, 2013
I am not a runner. I played soccer in high school, but that is mostly sprinting. It's very different than endurance long distance runs. A friend tried to convince me to join the track team with her and I said forget it. Running isn't something I enjoy. I never have. It is a shame in a way because the only equipment one needs are a pair of shoes.
When I became obese, I never considered running as something I wanted to do. I know I don't like it, so I wasn't going to force myself to do it. I had no aspirations of running a marathon one day. I have maintained a high degree of physical fitness without running.
When I checked my newsfeed yesterday, I was shocked by the headline: "Explosions at the Boston Marathon." My reaction wasn't fear; it was anger. How dare yet another pathetic vermin seek attention through infamy.
Columbine. Virginia Tech. Aurora. Newtown. Boston Marathon.
I don't ask why because there will never be a reason that makes sense.
I have never wanted to run. Now I want to run out of defiance and solidarity.
Whatever this person or persons wanted to achieve through pain and fear, I want it to fail.