Remembering Boston

I want to write this huge thing about the attack at the Boston Marathon. I had this huge idea in my head to write this gigantic post about how I felt about it and how it meant to me. But the words won't come. I don't know if there are any words that will express my sadness for the life loss and the injuries people have had because of this horrific event. The Boston Marathon is suppose to be an event of a lifetime, something that, like Stephen Colbert recently said, people do on their day off and enjoy. There should never be a reason to have a terror attack on people in general. But specifically, there should never be a reason people should be afraid of doing something they enjoy doing. People shouldn't be scared to go out and enjoy a run on a beautiful day. But that's what has happened. My girlfriend wrote me a text the day after the bombings and told me she was scared that it might happen at any of the races that I'm doing. That I might get hurt or worse. It's sad knowing that. And it's scary knowing that whoever planted those bombs might have won. True, Boston is very strong and I will be keeping every victim in my mind whenever I run. But putting the image that this could happen anywhere or at anytime during any event into people's heads could have been the victory that the attacker wanted. I'm not going to give him or her that victory. I will continue to run and never be scared of doing something I'm enjoying. I don't think anyone will.