I, like so many people today, am trying to get my head around the gut wrenching tragedy that took place at the Boston Marathon.
There are no words.
I think runners, in particular, around the world are reacting so strongly to this because it hits so close to home - we've been there, racing towards the finish line, elated and euphoric. We've had our own friends and family on the sidelines cheering us home. From its sheer simplicity - running - comes a moment that celebrates all that is good - self belief, determination, community, camaraderie.
How dare some crazed, sick people take away our freedom to enjoy a life without fear? Who now will take to a start line without a worry, even just fleeting, that the events in Boston may be repeated? Innocence is lost.
My deepest sympathy to everyone touched by the bombings.
This popped up on my Facebook feed a little while ago, and it shines a little bit of light in a dark moment in time.