Four seconds from glory to hell.
As a runner, I know several friends, acquaintances, and fellow bloggers, who were in Boston today to run the marathon. I know the journey that many of the runners travel to get to the start line, the training and dedication it takes to qualify for Boston, the most revered of all marathons. Shortly before I heard of the tragedy, I was tweeting congratulations to two blogger friends who had just finished. I was also celebrating a friend’s finish, a fellow coach from a rival high school, who finished 14th overall.
And then, within four seconds, none of that matters anymore. What is running a race, compared to losing a life?
I have very few words today. I am thankful that my friends are okay. My heart breaks for those who lost a loved one, and for those who were seriously injured. I am beyond angry that a violent, irrational event has happened again in our country.
All I can say is stay strong. Don’t let them change us. When we are scared, they win. When we change the way we live our lives because of fear, they win.
Whatever you do, don’t let them win.