A Little Late

This is just a belated post to say that my family and I were not harmed by the Boston Marathon bombs. 

I had thought about going to the marathon this year, but didn't get around to it, and wouldn't have gone to the finish line to cheer anyway (too crowded).  It goes without saying that I wouldn't be participating.  I am not that kind of a runner (the competent, goal-oriented kind).

I am heartbroken for my city and for the families and friends of those killed and, of course, for all those injured.  I am heartbroken, too, for humanity.  I love the marathon.  The night before, I lay in bed raving to Hub about how great it is to go see it.  He needed some convincing.  I don't even like sports!  But it isn't about athletics, it's about the spirit of the event.  It's totally inspiring, even to a lazy, cynical person like me.  It's impossible to stand there, watching the fit people stream by on their insane mission, listening to all the support pouring out from the banks, and not feel warm and fuzzy and elevated by your fellow man. 

Of course someone had to go blow it up.


I don't have much more to say about it beyond this: my family is safe and sound, and we will be attending next year.