Today, on the anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombings, I’m thinking of the victims - the three who died, the 260 injured. I’m thinking of a great race, one of the best in the world, sullied by the shadow of violence. I’m thinking of a great city, thrown into pandemonium as the killers were hunted door to door.
But mostly I’m thinking of the bravery and compassion shown by the many runners, race observers and first responders who selflessly jumped into action to help the wounded.
I’m thinking of the hundreds and even thousands of Boston doctors, nurses, hospital staff, police, construction workers and more who dedicated endless extra hours to helping the injured, catching the bombers, and repairing the city.
I’m thinking of the thousands of families and communities that came together to deliver support, resources and anything needed.
Bostonians are defined by a mix of New England pragmatism, intelligence, and local pride. Boston is the last city to attack if the goal is paralysis by fear. Boston Strong indeed.
Likewise, you seriously cannot defeat marathon runners. They are people who have trained their mind, body and soul toward one end, one goal. It says everything that many of last year’s runners (even those injured) are doing what marathon runners do: counting down the miles, keeping their pace, running again, and planing several races ahead.
Here’s to Boston. Here’s to the 2014 Boston Marathon. Here’s to the joy and freedom of running, forever.