Each Patriot Day we lived in Boston, we’d take a 10 minute walk up to Coolidge Corner, buy lunch and picnic along Beacon Street – somewhere around the 24 mile mark on the marathon route. And each year we’d stay for hours cheering on weary runners, moved to tears by their determination and the thousands who show up to clap for and encourage people they’ve never met. The marathon was always one of my most favorite things about living in Boston and left me inspired and wishing life could be more like that in general. Why don’t we cheer each other along more? Really? So I have been struggling to grasp the events of yesterday. How could something so moving turn into something so tragic? We live in crazy times, and it scares the h-e-double-hockey-sticks out of me.
I’ve been wondering how to turn my feelings of heartache into something productive, and how to teach my boys to do the same. So I’ve decided to focus on what I always take away from the marathon: that there is something truly amazing that happens when we bypass feelings of fear, guilt, jealously, selfishness, apathy, etc. (i.e. get over ourselves) and cheer each other on.
Anyway, a big chunk of my heart will always belong in Boston and right now my thoughts and prayers do too.
p.s. this image is from the 2007 marathon … our last before we moved.