The Horror of Boston
In the 1970s when I first began to run consistently on the roads of the Midwest in America, the Boston Marathon was the Eden of the running world. In those days 1000 people in a race was a huge number. Today the unthinkable happened. I have been emotional all day often with tears when I turn on the news. To me bombing a running race is like bombing a hospital. A running race is where people go to celebrate healthy living. This act was personal. It was an attack on me.
I am trying to come up with ways in my mind to prevent this kind of terrorism. It is as if the perpetrator is trying to stop us from living healthy and meaningful lives. The only thing I can think of is to do exactly the opposite of what they were trying to do which is to do more running and organize more events and to encourage more people to have a healthy lifestyle that involves aerobic fitness.
It is a very sad day for humanity, for me.