For the past 24 hours I've been so upset by what happened at the Boston Marathon yesterday. I literally couldn't believe it when I found out what had happened. This felt personal and it hit home, literally. My hometown of Hopkinton, Massachusetts is where the Marathon begins. Growing up, I loved Patriots Day in Massachusetts because of the Marathon and the celebration and community togetherness it provided. It was such a fun day! It was exciting to be out in my backyard and to hear and see the helicopters overhead. The runners would gather in the Athletes' Village at my high-school. We'd walk from our house down to Main Street to watch the race begin. One time I saw Al Roker on the town green doing coverage for NBC. Another time, in 1996 when I was in 10th grade, I got a really good spot right near the Start line and the woman who went on to win the Marathon that day for the females (a German named Uta Pippig) set her water bottle down right in front of me before the race began. After she walked away, I picked it up and kept it for years, hoping it might be a good luck charm for my own athletic pursuits in high-school.
|I'm always amazed that so many people fit in our little downtown area at the same time!|
Three years ago when we were living in Connecticut a friend of ours ran in the Marathon. We went home to Hopkinton that weekend and were able to cheer him on before the race. When I found out about the bombings, I thought of him and his family, and found out on Facebook that fortunately he wasn't running the Marathon this year.
So this all feels very personal to me. I am devastated that a person or people of evil inflicted the damage that they did on a wonderful, historic event in my community and in our nation. I feel so sad for all of the victims who were killed, maimed, or injured in any way, and I can hardly think of the 8-year-old boy who died without tears coming to my eyes. But Boston is strong and will recover from this. Those who did this wicked, cowardly act will be caught and brought to justice. And I bet that next year there will be more runners than ever. Because that's the way my fellow New Englanders roll.