This post was originally going to be titled "Three ways I know it's Spring". One of the ways happened to be the running of the Boston Marathon. As it turns out, this was a day that will change things forever.
I don't pay much attention to the marathon, especially in recent years, since it became a "world class" event, and fewer local runners were "in the running", so to speak, to win the race. Aside from that, you just don't hear much about it anymore.
Today I happened to have the day off because I worked the weekend. I had been watching the other Patriot's Day event, the Red Sox game. It starts at 11 am. It was around 3:00 when I turned on another channel, and the breaking news of an explosion at the finish line came on.
Initially, I didn't think anything of it. I didn't think it was a terrorist act, or even a domestic crime. I thought maybe it was an accident of some kind. Then they announced two people were dead and many injured.
Since then, the coverage has been nonstop on the local stations, with disturbing images of injured and scared people, and a smashed landscape. Naturally, it's being covered on a worldwide level too. I never saw any coverage of the race itself, nor did I see who won. There hasn't been time to go into it, either.
The runners who had yet to finish the race were diverted to safety, and the first responders did a great job. But the whole thing is creepy. I don't really want to think about the ramifications. And I feel terrible for the innocent people whose lives are ruined. For what? What did they do to deserve this? I know life's not fair, but this is ridiculous.
I went outside to walk the dog tonight, and everything looked the same. But it's not. It's only the beginning of the end of life as we know it. There's nothing left to do but to get on with your life. Live every day as if it's your last, because it very well could be.
I don't pay much attention to the marathon, especially in recent years, since it became a "world class" event, and fewer local runners were "in the running", so to speak, to win the race. Aside from that, you just don't hear much about it anymore.
Today I happened to have the day off because I worked the weekend. I had been watching the other Patriot's Day event, the Red Sox game. It starts at 11 am. It was around 3:00 when I turned on another channel, and the breaking news of an explosion at the finish line came on.
Initially, I didn't think anything of it. I didn't think it was a terrorist act, or even a domestic crime. I thought maybe it was an accident of some kind. Then they announced two people were dead and many injured.
Since then, the coverage has been nonstop on the local stations, with disturbing images of injured and scared people, and a smashed landscape. Naturally, it's being covered on a worldwide level too. I never saw any coverage of the race itself, nor did I see who won. There hasn't been time to go into it, either.
The runners who had yet to finish the race were diverted to safety, and the first responders did a great job. But the whole thing is creepy. I don't really want to think about the ramifications. And I feel terrible for the innocent people whose lives are ruined. For what? What did they do to deserve this? I know life's not fair, but this is ridiculous.
I went outside to walk the dog tonight, and everything looked the same. But it's not. It's only the beginning of the end of life as we know it. There's nothing left to do but to get on with your life. Live every day as if it's your last, because it very well could be.
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