i wasn't in boston today. i wasn't anywhere near boston today.
i was sitting at a reading conference, with my phone in my lap, covertly watching the progress of the boston marathon, silently cheering for the runners.
my heart hurt.
i have been there. in that exact spot. hubby and best friend where right there waiting for me.
best friend just sent me a text saying that if our year had been this year, we would have been right there. that gave me chills.
the thing is, we're runners. violence is not within our scope of reality. it has no place in our sport.
our sport is open to everyone, regardless of gender, age, race, religion or any other limiting factor. it is the only sport where the professionals and amateurs all compete together at the same time on the same course. if one runner is hurt, other runners will stop to help them, even though it will "hurt" their own race performance. it's the only sport where spectators don't pay to watch and will be there for hours and hours in all kinds of weather with nowhere to sit or go to the bathroom. strangers cheer for strangers.
our sport is one of joy.
our sport is a celebration.
of life. of health. of triumph over adversity. of human spirit.
and it will remain so. of that i am certain.