I’m reblogging this post. My heart goes out to the families and friends that lost loved ones in what should have been a crowning moment in anyone’s life. I feel this persons pain to have that achievement so close and have it destroyed by a coward(s). There’s one thing that cowards never get, ever, you can’t destroy spirit and determination of the brave. Ever. And in case you’re wondering, karma’s a bitch.
Where do I even begin? I don’t have anything to say to you that hasn’t already been said. I mean, what do you say to a monster?
This attack hit too close to home. Other horrible events have happened, sure. But running has always been an escape, an outlet to disappear from the horrors of the world for a few hours. It was a security blanket, a safe spot. Until yesterday.
Can you imagine running the race of a lifetime, only to have it fall apart in front of your very eyes before you could even cross the finish line? Or having your entire family waiting to see you in one of your proudest moments, only to find out that you’re ok, but they’re not? No, of course not. You’re incapable of such emotion.
I am all runners—those who ran Boston and those who were there in spirit. I…
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