If you have ever run a marathon or attended one you really understand the scene in Boston. The spectators are lined for miles and are cheering, smiling and holding signs offering encouragement to every single person participating in the race. It should be a carefree, positive sporting event that creates stories and great memories.
Participating as a spectator is a completely selfless act helping .5% of America’s population achieve a rare milestone. As a runner, you wish you could thank every one of them as you work through the pain and cross the finish line that is much more than just a physical fitness test.
A good friend was running yesterday but wore multiple hats. He wasn’t running to check it off his bucket list, he was raising money for children with cancer. His wife and five kids were there to support him. What should have been a wonderful day, turned horrifying and a permanent scar on the delicate minds of the young and added to our heavy hearts.
There are no words to help the victims and their families, but the sea of support that starts to line up as the moments pass bring us together. When my 9 year old heard what happened, his first response was to turn and hug me as say he was so glad I wasn’t there running.
Life is a marathon and no matter what form, age or race, we all play different roles as the days, months and years pass.
“Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean.”