I have struggled with writing this post. I don't know if it's the right thing to do, but it's so appropriate for what's going on in the world right now.
Every runner has his/her moment in time. For thousands of runners, Boston was supposed to be that moment. And every runner's family or cheering squad has their moment too. They wait for the moment they see their runner during a race. And you wait for the moment you see your family and friends. All of these are moments in time that should have been amazing.
But now I can't help but think about how these moments in time have changed lives forever. I will never understand why bad things happen to good people. For years, I've tried to fathom this and I can't. The attack on Boston wasn't just an attack on the United States. To target 27,000 people, representing over 90 countries, and the spectators there to cheer runners on, is an attack on humanity.
Yes, this tragedy has changed lives forever. And for those lives and people suffering, my thoughts and prayers go out to them. But what this attack won't do is change the sense of community that people worldwide are embracing. Today I ran 4.09 miles for Boston. Along my route, I came across so many things that screamed BOSTON! I have never before noticed the blue and yellow spray paint on the roads, or the blue and yellow painted manholes. But today....all I could see was blue and yellow. Then I came across the letter B. It was sitting there and stopped me straight in my tracks. Talk about reflection. My legs felt great during this run, but my heart was heavy.
I leave you with this: For a moment in time, the roads of Boston may have been painted red; but they will always bleed blue and yellow. We will get through this...as human beings, runners, spectators, first responders, and everyone else along the way....we are family.