I’m not a runner. I don’t know what it is like to cross a finish line of a race that I have trained months (or years) for. I don’t know what it is like to PR. I don’t know what it is like to receive a medal.
However, I do know what it is like to be a spectator. I am someone who loves the Boston Marathon. I’ve lived in Boston for almost 9 years and Boston has become my home. When I first moved here I heard about Patriot’s Day, or Marathon Monday, but had no idea what it meant. Was it just a bonus day off of work or something more? I walked to the end of the street that I lived on in Brookline to watch my first marathon that year and was hooked. Watching the elite runners so close together their arms almost touched amazed me. Seeing a charity runner stop to try to shake out a visibly twitching muscle inspired me. This was definitely something more.
Yesterday my BF and I made the decision to NOT go to our regular marathon watching spot in Kenmore Sq at mile marker 25. We didn’t want to deal with the crowd or using public transportation. Rather than be in Kenmore Square, 1.2 miles from the finish line, we were 1.2 miles across the river at a bar in Cambridge.
Yesterday’s bombing was scary. It was terrifying. Most of all, for me, it was heartbreaking.
Today will not be business as usual.
My heart breaks for those that were injured. I feel loss for those that were killed. My condolences go out to all the family and friends of those who were involved. I thank God that I knew no one who was directly affected. I thank God that so many people were able to walk away uninjured.
I am not a runner, but I love the Boston Marathon. I am a born and raised Southerner, but Boston has become my home.
I may be a spectator of the marathon, but I am not a spectator of life.
I will be diligent in being aware of my surroundings. I will give blood today. I will find out more information about volunteering for the Red Cross.
But most of all…
I will continue to hug and hold close those that I love. I will continue to call my family just to tell them a random story to make them laugh. I will be thankful for all that I have in my life.
I will continue to feel love for Boston, the city I now call home.
Many thanks to friends, family and blog readers who reached out to check on me yesterday. I will be keeping the families of those injured and lost in my thoughts and prayers. I hope you will too.