I am in shock about the bombing in Boston. A part of me does not want to believe it is true. I am not sure what upsets me most. The murders? The assaults? The hurt?
I feel like some sort of innocence has been ripped from our very hearts.
Perhaps it has to do with the fact that I have memories of the Boston marathon. I have been in Boston on Patriots Day and watched thousands run by me.
Perhaps it is because I knew people there. A woman I grew up with ran with a time of 3:52 and crossed that line just minutes prior to the bombs going off?
Perhaps it is the thought of Katie and Kim and their families there watching their uncle cross the finish line, being so close.
I feel different than on 9/11 or maybe it is just that time has passed and I have forgotten what I actually felt that day.
I think that is a bad thing. I think we all need to remember how we feel on these days. I think we need to remember it all the time, not just when something else bad happens.
In my head I am a runner. I run marathons. I run really fast. I run and I run and I run. Perhaps it is time I run for real. Perhaps it is time for all of us to run. Go out in public, run a marathon because if we stop running or stop going to see other people run, they win and I don't want that. I say we all run the Boston Marathon next year or at least be at the finish line to cheer those that really run and not let the bad guys win.
Fuck you cowardly bomber. I wish that the tv people would stop talking about it. Not because I want anyone to forget or not care. But because for some reason I think whoever did this is getting off on the coverage. Sitting at home jerking off and feeling so smug.
My heart goes out to everyone in Boston yesterday and my heart aches that some cowardly act has changed our world forever.