Today's bombing at the finish line of the Boston marathon has struck a VERY personal chord inside of me. My heart is weeping and shaking and I've accepted this is a good thing. It's a bit strange.
The World Trade Center and other attacks of 9-11, the various school shootings, the shopping mall bombings, etc--violence has been a part of my life as something I see on the news as something to happening to other people in a far off place. Today is different.
In just a few months, I'm supposed to be moving to Boston. And I'm just 6 minutes away from qualifying to run the Boston marathon. Even if I wasn't close to a BQ time, it would still hit home simply because I am a marathon runner and I see the finish line as one of the most sacred spaces I've ever experienced.
The marathon finish line is joy and success and a window and fullness and emptiness and sharing and greeting and so much more. The finish line is met by weary feet and willing, proud hearts. The space around the finish line is one reserved for smiles or success and tears of joy and focus.
Today someone tried to blow that away
and I feel personally attacked
because the marathon finish is my sacred space too
I just ran a marathon last weekend and never ever would have thought there would even be the slightest possibility that my parents and grandparents standing on the side could be in danger. That shouldn't have to change.
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