I’m still sorting out my thoughts on the Boston Marathon bombing, and I’m elated that they caught the bastards tonight. For now, I’m looking forward to wearing the Red Sox B cap proudly during the Free State 40 tomorrow out of respect for those who died in the bombing and in the pursuit to catch the culprits, as well as for the injured, and for those who had their race cut short.
Beyond my immediate family and some longtime friends, I’ve known few bonds as strong as those in the running community, whether it be longtime running friends or runners who meet mid-race and help pull each other to the finish line.
Love. Respect. Boston.