I was debating whether or not to even write a post on Boston.
I was debating on even posting it to my Facebook, because not everyone knows that I write a blog…if you can even call it that given how far and few my posts have been.
But then I realized something; that I am a marathoner, a spectator, and an American.
I realized that Boston matters to me, even though I have never been there and am no where near qualifying to run the race.
I realized that what the running community and it’s spectators need is support, love, and faith.
Of course my blog isn’t going to be seen by those families affected, and I know that. But as an outsider looking in on this tragic day, I feel it’s important for me to share my thoughts.
So Boston…my views as a runner, as a health care provider, and as an American.
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THE Boston Marathon is the crème de la crème of marathon running. Some will only ever dream of running the course, others will overcome physical torture to make it there. In my case, it’s probably the later. I would have to attain a three hour and thirty-five minute marathon (26.2 miles) in order to run Boston. My fastest marathon time? 3:57. And while I have always dreamed of running Boston, I realize that it most likely will never happen; unless of course I quit my ER job and train full time…oh yeah, and give up Oreos.
Even though I most likely will never make it to Boston to run that marathon, there is still something so magical about the event. We watch it on TV, we admire the elite, and we are jealous of the thousands of fans and spectators that line the streets cheering us nut cases on. And that’s where it hits home for me. If I was running the Boston marathon, my finish time would be around 4:00. 4:09 is the exact time the bombs went off. Say I had a good day and was under 4:00…great! But if I had a bad day and was mentally checked out, I’d be crossing that line at around the time those idiots did what they did.
The worst part about this is not the lack of safety for myself, but for my sister, husband, mom and dad. I know without fail they would be there, at the front of the barricades, watching me accomplish my biggest dream and being so very proud.
There’s a lot of what if’s and shoulda, woulda, coulda, but I can’t help to think about those family members who were there watching so innocently as their loved ones made them so proud. And two asshats, two cowardly asshats ruined that for those families forever.
They have ruined the Boston marathon forever.
What was once the crown jewel is now tarnished and somewhat broken. Of course we will run Boston again, of course people will accomplish their goals and of course families will be there to celebrate and be so very proud, but it will never be the same. The intrigue and mystery around the Boston marathon is now replaced with lost limbs and bloody streets. The marathon that was forever held in the highest esteem in the running community will now be known as “The marathon where bombs went off.”
They took that glory away from us. And although we are hurting, and praying, and mourning, we will run Boston again. The city will overcome and maybe one day the title of “the marathon where bombs went off” will change to “the marathon we celebrate” or “the marathon we remember” or once again, “the marathon we all wish we could qualify for just once in our lives.”
Health Care Provider
I was in the ED when I saw the news. I was working and it wasn’t really that terrible as far as ER days go. I kept checking USA today, WTAE, and CNN as well as Twitter. At first I though it was something small, a little firework maybe. But then I saw the videos, the pictures, and the gory details.
Limbs removed, clothes burned completely off, and people in utter and total shock. And not the shock that comes with surprise and disbelief, but the shock that comes with losing your legs and coming very close to bleeding out medically.
And yet all I could witness was the first responders, physicians, and medics running toward the carnage. Triaging the individuals, determining who could be saved and what needed to be done.
Of course those physicians experience trauma with fatal accidents and gun shot wounds. Of course they have plans and procedures they follow to ensure mass chaos does not ensue. Of course they know what they’re doing. But yet I couldn’t help but wonder how they were processing it all. This wasn’t a car accident gone wrong, this was like being dropped into the Middle East in the middle of combat. These were gruesome devices meant to do so much harm. And yet, the amount of physicians to patients outnumbered them 4 to 1.
No one ran the other way. No one turned a head. No one even had a second thought on what they should do. It makes me proud to know that such outstanding health care professionals, whether it be medics, EMTs, firefighters, physicians or nurses, were able to look past everything. Put their safety on the line, not knowing if another bomb was about to go off, and save the lives of so many strangers.
Everyone remembers where they were on September 11. Everyone. It was an attack on our nation, our leaders, and our innocent. It will forever live in infamy.
The Boston Marathon will forever be the same.
As an American, it makes me so angry that these things continue to happen in our country. Our government officials are supposed to be “on top of things” and “protecting” us, but obviously someone missed the boat on that one.
I understand that government is necessary, leaders are necessary, and war is yes sometimes necessary, but the innocent violence on our home front has got to end.
Why target Boston? Why ruin what was supposed to be such a joyous occasion for some many people. What is the intent? What is the goal? What were they trying to achieve.
I give credit due to the FBI, the police force and the first responders for their brisk response and valiant effort to continue to keep Boston safe, but I give no credit to the higher up government.
We let out guard down. We continue to let foreign forces destroy our homeland.
If Boston, then what city is next?
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And as for running Pittsburgh in two weeks…
If this can happen at THE Boston Marathon, this can happen anywhere.
I urge all runners and families to have a plan. A meeting place, a time frame, and some form of communication besides cell phone, just in case.
I don’t anticipate anything happening, but again…what do I know.
Just be prepared.
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And of course, lastly…