As a runner, the situation at the Boston Marathon has really rattled me. For someone who has crossed her fair share of finish lines, I know the feeling of hope, accomplishment and pure euphoria one gets after running 13.1 or 26.2 miles. And I know how happy I am to see family and friends cheering me on at the end. In fact, my
marathon post captures it perfectly. Finish lines are meant to be for celebrations, smiles and high-fives. Not fear. Not chaos. And certainly not mourning.
So first, I pray for the families of individuals who lost their lives and for those who were injured. I thank all of the brave individuals who ran toward the explosion to help in the chaos. And finally, I thank the first responders, doctors, nurses and all hospital staff for everything you're doing to treat those in need. Stay strong, Boston.
