If there was such a thing as a pause button on life, then I definitely hit mine yesterday. From the moment I received a news alert on my phone regarding what had happened in Boston, I could not take my eyes away from the television. Even with conflicting reports, I was glued to the screen.
Eventually I had to force myself to turn it off after they kept showing the same video clips over and over and over (and over). But that didn’t stop the replay in my head. And over and over there was a voice that narrated alongside the horrific mental images about how incredible this day was supposed to have been for the thousands of runners who trained so hard, not to mention the thousands of friends and family members who had come to show their support.
I found myself looking through the pictures from my first trip to Boston nearly two years ago. I was enamored with the city then, and I am even more enamored with it now. As Fred Rogers said, “look for the helpers.” Yesterday Boston proved that it has thousands of them. Between those that rushed toward the smoke only seconds after the bombs went off, those that were waiting anxiously to help at the hospitals and those that offered their homes as refuge in the aftermath, the collective outpouring of support was overwhelming and truly brought light to the darkness of the day.
I am thankful that everyone I know who ran or attended the marathon yesterday is safe. Today, I’m keeping the pause button close by and saying plenty of prayers for those who can’t say the same. My heart and thoughts are with those individuals, as well as their families and friends.
You can also bet I’ll be wearing a race shirt. Fellow runners, I encourage you to join me.