Normally I would remain silent and not blog about such a horrific event. But it’s Boston and I feel the need to say something. Although I can’t eloquently string the right words together to convey what I’m feeling.
Anger. Rage. Disgust. Sadness. Heartbroken.
My heart breaks for the 3 people that were killed, especially the 8-year-old boy cheering for his Dad. Reports are saying that his sister (6 years old) lost her leg. I pray that the death toll doesn’t rise as 17 are still listed as critically injured.
I can’t wrap my head around the scene at the finish line.
My heart breaks for the runners that didn’t get a chance to cross the finish line…stopped around Mile 25.
Running Boston last year was a dream come true – something that can still bring tears of joy to my eyes. I know a handful of runners that ran their first Boston yesterday and it disgusts me that their experience is lessened due to yesterday’s events. As my sister-in-law said…an incredibly joyous event is now marred.