Five years I called this place home. Many of those years, I spent cheering on runners of the Boston Marathon, celebrating Marathon Monday in the typical collegiate way – with solo cups, lots of cheering and general merriment. Patriots Day in Boston was always the gateway to spring. It meant the end of the semester, celebrations, the beginning of Spring and Summer.
Today, that joyousness was interrupted. As a marathoner, and New Englander, seeing the streets I once called home attacked was so personal and so heart wrenching.
Today, I’m sending all my thoughts and prayers to the runners, spectators, and volunteers affected by the race as well as everyone who has ever called Boston home. Want to read a great article on the spirit of marathons, check out this one from the Washington Post – whoever did this clearly want to break that spirit because nothing amazed me more on the news than watching the instant reaction of the first responders and how so many people just went to help.