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It’s been impossible to organize my thoughts about the tragic events happened and still happening in Boston this week and about the victims. Who would have thought such a horrible tragedy would begin at the Boston Marathon, where runners, volunteers and spectators were celebrating their love of running and witnessing fruits of their hard training. I feel sick to my stomach when I think the bombers were planning such an evil act when we, the runners, were getting to Boston, picking up their bib, and having a pre-race dinner with family and friends. Over 8,500 volunteers were working hard to make sure the second largest single day sporting event would go smoothly. Family and friends of the runners and supporters of the event were planning to be the loudest spectators the next day.
Just like many runners who aspire to run the Boston Marathon, I wanted to run the Boston Marathon, because it is the most prestigious marathon in the world. That was the main reason why I trained and ran the race for the first time. But then, I experienced the euphoria of running the 26.2 miles surrounded by a half-million spectators, and I was hooked. Past three years after my first Boston, I kept coming back, because I wanted to experience the same happiness, excitement, and joy of sharing the Boston tradition. Among the spectators, kids ask the runners for high-fives, the elderly on wheelchairs quietly watch the runners, girls at Wellesley College scream their lungs out, drunk shirtless guys at Boston College party on, and crowds on Boylston Street create thundering echoes of cheer among the city high-rise. But it is all violently erased by the perpetrators.
My boyfriend Christian’s father, Bob, was quite shaken by this tragic event, too. Bob has lived in Newton, a quiet Boston suburb, over 45 years. But nothing like this happened on the Marathon Day. Every year, he goes out to the near-by Commonwealth Avenue to watch the runners go by. As the uninterrupted flow of runners passes by, he watches them but also socializes with his friends and neighbors. It’s a peaceful Patriots’ Day routine he has come to enjoy. I assume many Bostonians have done the same every year. I assume many Bostonians were as shaken as Bob when they heard about the bombing at the finish line.
I really don’t know what to do with this rage and sadness. Whatever the motive the perpetrators had, they took something pure from innocent people. This morning, I went to Run for Boston event organized by the San Francisco Marathon. There were quite a few people at Ferry Building at 7 am and we ran 4.5 miles along the waterfront. The run with them helped a bit. Many of them shared the same emotions as mine, and we all know we have to move on and be strong. We want to show we the runners are not going to succumb to this evil act staged by the perpetrators, whoever they are, wherever they came from, whatever their motive was. Many of us want to run the Boston Marathon next year to show we are stronger and we refuse to become victims. I’d better get a better BQ to make sure I get in.
My thoughts and prayers are with people who had to suffer this tragic event.