The Boston Marathon Bombing.
I first heard murmurings of the bombings at Boston through the Twitter Growl notifications on my computer. I hadn’t been following the race as I was just home from work but I remember hearing talk of a ‘boom’ at the finishing line.
I joked to myself that a Kenyan must have finished a blistering run in style on the home straight by blasting through the sound barrier.
Then the pictures started coming through.
I found it hard to take in at first.
None of it made any sense.
After running Paris last week I know how amazing the supporters are in marathons and how much the runners rely on them to help them through the difficult parts of the race.
It’s an amazing experience where the crowd and the runners prop each other up with their positivity and spirit.
Especially those at the back of the pack.
Why the hell would anyone wanna attack that?
For something like this to happen is incomprehensible.
There’s just so much warmth in these events that I can’t conceive of why anyone would want to ruin it.
I was on the Boston Marathon tracker website later on in the evening and it struck me as incredibly poignant that some of the chips had stopped recording split times because those wearing them had been maimed or killed.
Athletes who under normal circumstances would have been recording personal bests but because of some cruel of fate wouldn’t finish.
And for why?
I don’t personally know anyone who ran the race.
But I know how much effort it takes to train for a marathon even just to finish it.
Those running yesterday had to qualify for the race, meaning they had spent countless hours of their lives trying to better themselves only to have that and everything else taken away from them in seconds.
For no reason.
It’s such a fucking shame and so senseless.
Living in fear…
There is talk of security being heightened at the London Marathon in response to the tragedy at Boston.
I can understand this but I’m worried that new runners will be discouraged from taking up marathon running because it’s now seen to be dangerous after the events yesterday.
I mean it’s perfectly normal to be scared after watching those scenes. I have fears that something could happen in the Belfast Marathon next month after all of the crap that’s went on here in the past.
But you can’t live like that. Whoever carried out the Boston bombings deals only in hatred. They value ideology and hatred over human life and common decency.
Running embodies the opposite of that. It’s all about fun, kindness and camaraderie.
It’s a celebration of the human spirit rather than a surpression of it.
Looking at my own anger and hatred..
I’ve been reflecting on all of the times that I’ve felt angry whilst running and it seems silly now.
All of my gripes are irrelevant in the light of a real tragedy.
It’s pretty pathetic that it took something of this magnitude to make me realise that getting angry at small dogs, careless drivers and clumsy pedestrians is pointless.
And as much as I might ‘hate’ the runners who cut me off at water stations for a piss-break, this is but a pet peeve in the grand scheme of things. I would never want to see anyone get hurt.
I can’t do anything to help those who were hurt in Boston, but I can try to put things right by not being such a moody fucker when I’m running and to not let yesterday’s events deter me from running.
I’d rather dedicate my life to what I love doing than to live it in fear of having everything taken away from me.
Because if you live that way your entire life, you will have nothing to left to take as the scum will have already taken everything from you.
Fuck that shit.