There was no party. There was no celebration.
It took Eric and I about an hour to walk back to our hotel. I figure I put about 30 miles on my legs that day. Police and bomb squads were everywhere but nowhere felt safe.
We sat in our hotel room and watched the carnage unfold on TV with shock and disbelief. We talked with family and friends. We learned of the death of the 8 year old little boy and thought of our 8 year old son who was back in Tucson with his grandparents. That is where we wanted to be. Home.
The Day After
The next day we walked over to get my race bag. Now people wearing marathon jackets gave each other a different kind of look. A look of understanding, sadness and strength. When they gave me my race bag they gave me a medal as well. It was a kind gesture and nice to finally hold in my hand.
We walked through Boston Commons and along freedom trail. Police milled about on every street corner. Sirens still rang out regularly. When I saw others carrying their yellow race bags I knew they did not finish as well. I wondered how far they had gotten, how close they were.
We walked back to the hotel, packed up and headed for the airport. The 117th Boston Marathon was over. It was time to go home.
The 118th Boston Marathon will happen again on April 21, 2014. I have registered and will be there to finish what I started.
|Thank you to the Boston Marathon fans and volunteers along the race route who make the Boston marathon what it is. Thank you to the BAA organizers for their hard work and dedication to put on such an amazing, well-organized event. A special thank you to the BAA, the city of Boston, medical personnel, volunteers and first responders who reacted so quickly to help save lives. You have handled this tragedy with such grace and kindness. Those who lost their lives and were injured are in our thoughts and prayers.|