Twice I’ve crossed the Boston Marathon Finish Line in pain. Pain that was brought on by my own free will and in celebration of life and freedom by testing the limits of my own endurance. There’s really nothing extraordinary about that, most distance runners push themselves to the edge of their physical limitations while enduring great pain and anguish along the way to the finish line. That’s all part of it, it’s what we do, and it’s what we expect to endure for the reward at the finish. For each of us that reward is different. For some it’s the medal, others the bragging rights, some are paying tribute to a lost family member, celebrating overcoming cancer, the list goes on. But for each of those reasons and in that place we are together, we are united as runners.
Someone has tried to take that away from us. The pain felt at the finish line yesterday was much different. It wasn’t joyful and it isn’t being celebrated. Innocent lives were lost and many were injured for someone’s agenda that is yet unknown, but quite frankly there is no justifiable reason for any of it. That’s what terrorism is and does. It serves to strike fear and doubt into our hearts and minds. Yesterday, some evil force in this world tried to take our joy and passion away from us. They tried to take the triumph of finishing the race away. We can’t let that happen.
We must now remain united as runners. We must band together and keep putting one foot in front of the other in celebration of the sport and our freedom. We must keep racing, we must keep striving, we must keep dreaming, and we must chase this senseless individual or individuals to the ends of the earth and bring them to justice. We’re distance runners after all, we can do that.
See you out there…