When people describe what it takes to train for, run and finish a marathon, they often say it’s a lot of blood, sweat and tears.
No one could have guessed the blood at this year’s Boston Marathon finish line would be due to anything but blisters.
Explosions? Oh, Lord. What has this world come to?
I am heartbroken for my fellow runners — especially those who were running Boston this year — for the City of Boston and for America.
While I weep and pray for the people who lost their lives, and those who were injured, as well as their families, I cannot help but think about my tiny daughter.
She’s a week shy of five months old. She “ran” her first race when she was 10 weeks old and in my belly. I remember the triumphant feeling I had when I crossed the finish line at the Illinois Marathon’s half marathon nearly a year ago. I had beat morning sickness to train. I had conquered the distance. And she and I finished strong together. I would never have run it if I had thought she and I would be in harm’s way.
As a runner, you never think about safety. You assume and believe that aside from a rogue pothole or untied shoe, you are safe.
Well, at least you had that assumption and belief until this morning. The reports continue to be conflicting — how many have died, how many hurt, who is responsible — so I won’t add to the confusion by speculating. I wasn’t there and have no insight into that.
But I can’t help but wonder, what will I tell my little girl about the sport that I had hoped she and I might enjoy together? What will I tell my sweet baby about the world her daddy and I brought her into?
Like they know what’s on my mind, I’ve seen a lot of my friends share a quote from Fred “Mr. Rogers” Rogers online today:
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.”
Dear Lord, I hope to find these people. And soon.