Boston

I think I’ll go to Boston
I think that I’m just tired
I think I need a new town
To leave this all behind
I think I need a sunrise
I’m tired of Sunset
I hear it’s nice in the summer…

I wasn’t planning on having a Tuesday blog post this week, but I thought that it might help me to process my feelings regarding recent events. As I write this, I am unsure of what exactly happened in Boston on Monday afternoon, but I do know that there were bombs planted along the Boston Marathon course that exploded late Monday afternoon. Three people have died and over 100 are injured. As a runner, as someone who is embracing the running community and has had so many positive experiences at so many different races, the news stopped me cold. I instantly closed my eyes at my desk and prayed for peace and comfort for those affected and for wisdom and strength for the brave emergency workers, firemen, policemen, etc. This was the second time I’ve stopped, shut my office door and taken minutes to pray for peace and comfort in the 9 months I’ve worked at my current position (the first being the Connecticut school shooting).

I recognize that I will never understand why some things happen and why people do the things they do. I am comfortable with that fact and understand that I don’t need to understand everything. But that doesn’t make it any easier. It doesn’t make it any less scary.

When it gets to be too much to bear, I resort to the only comforts I know: prayer, friends, family, my pup, music. And of late, running. Running has given me a sense of community, a sense of pride and a sense of accomplishment. While I am heartbroken at this latest attempt to shake our faith in those things and our faith in man, I know that we (and Boston) will shoulder on. We will grieve, we will mourn, we will question but we will get through this as we always do.