Yesterday was the Boston Marathon. As an aspiring runner and even marathoner I was watching with interest. I called my boss in to marvel at the 2:10 finish of Lelisa Desisa.
I left the computer for some cleanroom work and when I got back it was my boss' turn to call my attention to the Boston Marathon.
What a horrible thing to happen. I feel so awful for the injuries and the families and the casualties.
A marathon seems so clean to me. It seems like a test voluntarily taken to prove worth. In my mind the Boston marathon is this sort of unassailable display of human greatness. Some of that is my view since childhood that marathoners are superhuman. The rest of that view just comes from a recognition of and admiration for the work it takes to do something so hard to improve yourself.
I couldn't help but project my family into that reception area. I couldn't help but imagine my own kids cheering me on. I can so easily put myself in the stands cheering on Kathryn or Licia or Pammy completing this herculean task, that we are all, to one extent or another, working towards.
And of course I can now imagine bombs full of shrapnel tearing into any of us.
Anything can happen...
Statistically it wont, so we keep going, and we run and we smile and we plan and we play around but sometimes it does.
I love you guys.
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