|At this moment I am sitting on a bus with the Delaware Sports Club headed back to Wilmington from my first Boston Marathon. As I thumb through the Boston Herald I look forward to reading about the race and the day’s winners. Instead I see nothing but horrifying pictures of bloodshed and chaosNot a winning smile on these pages.I want to remember the day by the pictures shown above: Happily awaiting the start in Hopkinton with tons of nervous excitement; and the end of the day in Natick with running friends celebrating with wine.
That is not realistic.
What keeps popping in my head are the thousands of spectators along yesterday’s 26.2 mile course cheering me on… “GO DELAWARE!” was what I heard over and over as they read my bright yellow Delaware Running Company singlet. The excitement was infectious. Sad when I think if any of the 144 injured or 3 dead shouted to me… or if I slapped their hand as I approached the final few hundred yards of the race.
Fortunately I finished about 35 minutes before the explosions, and I was about 3 blocks away at that time where our bus was parked. I didn’t hear either boom, only the sound of sirens for hours after them.
We waited for hours at the bus for a few guys in our group who didn’t make it to the finish before the race was halted. They came back one by one with their own story… we gave them hugs and high-fives. It was a relief when we finally pulled up to the hotel. I didn’t know the severity of the goings-on until we got back to our hotel in Natick, about 16 miles from Boyleston Street.
All 28 of us went out as a group for dinner but not much was said about the explosions… I think we were all just too damn disgusted with it. Instead we focused on our group captain, Doug White, who at 71 years old ran his 40th consecutive Boston! His family and many of his old-timer running buddies roasted him at dinner. It was a great way to end such a chaotic day.
When I got back to the hotel I spent over an hour responding to the hundreds of Facebook posts from my friends and family letting me know of their relief that I was okay. Thank you all for reaching out to me; I’ve never felt such a spread of love:-)
We’re about 3 1/2 hours away from the New Castle County Airport where we’ll all get into our cars and go our own separate ways. I didn’t know many runners on this bus when I got on, but I know I’ll be lacing up with many of them soon.
At this point I look forward to hugging my daughters and kissing my wife… glad they didn’t make it to Boston this year. Sad that I feel that way.
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