Monday, April 15, 2013

on Boston

I was in NY this week when I heard about the bombing in Boston, and I don't have very much to say about it. It's horrible?  It's tragic?  It's done by cowardly *$%^s who actually showed their weakness, not their strength?  It's all of those things, and not nearly enough of those things and it's just... there aren't any words to sum it up...  It happened, and it's now etched in our heart and history.

Being in NY during this time was a strange experience, and although it's so completely not about me, I will say that being here is a little unsettling to my bleeding heart.  Just about four miles from the place where over 3,000 lost their lives in a different terrorist attack and in a city where the wounds are still so raw.  I was staying in Midtown, and in the early evening I walked toward St. Patrick's Cathedral.   The past half dozen times I've been in the city the Cathedral didn't appear to be open, but it was, fittingly, today. 

I walked through the open doors, and was shocked to see so many people seated in the pews.  It was full of people.  Not jam packed, but many more people that I expected to see in the middle of Tourist Town.  There were families that appeared to be tourists, young men seated alone, elderly couples seated together.  There were a handful of people that were taking pictures or playing on their phones or whispering together, but for the most part, there was a lot of sitting silently.  Contemplating, thinking, praying.  Being there in solidarity with each other and with Boston. 

I lit a candle for Boston, and I sat for a few minutes, joining the people around me, and feeling like I suspect they felt: like there was nothing we could do except sit there, and that somehow that didn't feel like "nothing" but like "something". 

I sat for a few moments, and on my way out, I noticed some signs that I didn't see on my way in: "In a city that never sleeps, everyone needs a place to pray".

I'm really looking forward to running the Chicago half marathon this July.  And while the thought crossed my mind that maybe I should not run it, that maybe I should avoid it in the small chance of subsequent or copy cat attacks, it only took a second for me course correct, and recognize that it was a wrong attitude.  F*ck the terrorists, whoever - and wherever -  they are.  I'm running, and I'm going to think of the Boston victims every step of the way.

Love to Boston, from Chicago by way of New York.


  1. This post gave me goosebumps. I too had the same fleeting thought about not running the Chicago 1/2 this summer but couldn't agree with you more - let's run it for Boston!

    1. I love your comment Kelly!!!!! I think that mindset will help with training, too!! xoxo


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