I saw the news about Boston this afternoon. I’m sitting here, trying to come up with something light, motivational or instructive to write about. And all I can think about is Boston…and pondering. Wondering.
I used to wonder what it would feel like to run that marathon. One of such magnitude, that you have to qualify to run. It is the holy grail of runs for mid-pack runners like myself. Every time I think about trying to qualify for the Boston Marathon I wonder how in heck I could drop 1:15 per mile (for 26.2 miles). And so, before today, I wondered what it would feel like to run in THE Boston Marathon. To be out there with everybody else who trained and sacrificed to run fast enough to qualify.
But now I wonder about something else.
What would it feel like, right as you approach the finish line, to have explosions rip the air apart. To feel the percussion of the blasts, and still think it must be some kind of celebratory cannon that we had missed reading about in the pre-race literature. Maybe you’d wondering why it was going off now, for the mid-pack runners, instead of the leaders. And as loud as it was, maybe you’d wonder why you hadn’t heard it earlier, because surely it must have been fired before. And then you’d wonder why everyone was screaming – not the screams of joy you hear when someone they loved crossed the finish line doing something they love doing, but screams of pain and anguish. You’d wonder what went wrong. And before today, you’d never imagine it might be something that could kill or injure another person – another human being, just like you and me – intentionally.
We wonder: what causes people to do this kind of thing?
The truth is, you and I don’t know. We don’t know what twists people’s minds and causes them to do something like this. The unthinkable. They say you can’t find logic in an illogical action, and that’s the reason we can’t make sense of this. It is senseless. And that doesn’t offer any peace.
I wonder: how will this affect other races, festivals, and public events? I wonder where the craziness ends. Does it ever end?
And while I wonder what it would feel like, deep down, I know that I really don’t want to know. I hope and pray no one ever has to experience that again.
God bless all those in Boston. Our thoughts and prayers are with you all.
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