Heartbreak at the 2013 Boston Marathon
When one hears the term heartbreak spoken in context with the Boston Marathon their first thoughts will most likely be drawn to the series of hills that have made the Boston Marathon famous. Well, that all changed on April 15th, 2013.
Patriots Day, otherwise known as Marathon Monday, has always been a day of celebration for the city of Boston. The Red Sox play an unusually early 11am game at historic Fenway Park, and the Boston Marathon kicks off from Hopkinton and takes runners to Copley Plaza in the heart of the city. It is a day of joy, and fun, and a chance to celebrate the things that make Boston such a great city.
The elite women start
I’m not going to extol you with all of the wonderful things to do in Boston. This is not an essay on running, or travel, or anything else. This is my venue to vent, and to ask how and why something like this senseless tragedy can happen. Those of you who know me here on HubPages know that I am passionate about travel and running. These two things make up a big part of my life along with my family. I am here to tell you that there is perhaps no other community in the world that combines these two passions better than the city of Boston.
And so, each April on Patriots Day, after another year of not qualifying to get into the Boston Marathon, I make the trek from western Massachusetts to Boston to lend support to family and friends who are running, and to all of the folks who have worked so hard and dedicated themselves to doing something positive. And now, a day that has always been about positive things in life has now turned into yet another senseless tragedy that has us shaking our heads and asking why? For the life of me I just do not understand what would motivate someone fill two backpacks with bombs and blow them up at a marathon. Why? What kind of a person can plan this out and then actually follow through with it? Are there that many deranged people in the world that see no other course of action than to take the lives of innocent people? How many sad and tragic anniversaries do we need to celebrate? Was not 9/11, or 12/14, or 7/20 enough? Did we really need to add 4/15 to this list?
Celebration turned to tragedy
I am hopeful and confident that the Boston Marathon will continue to take place every year on Patriots Day. But it certainly will never be the same. I don’t how the race organizers will deal with this come next year’s race, and to be honest that really is the least of concerns at the moment. But if you can’t go outside to watch your family and friends running in a marathon on a beautiful spring day without worrying about being blown up then what does this say about the time that we are living in?
My trip to Boston this year was filled with great anticipation as my brother-in-law, a close friend of ours, and a close friend of our niece were all running. For the first time we actually ventured to the start area in Hopkinton to drop off our niece’s friend and we got to experience the pre-race excitement that abounds in the small community of Hopkinton. From here we journeyed to our normal viewing spot in Newton at the base of heartbreak hill and waited for our three runners, and the thousands of others to stream by. Who could have possibly known the true heartbreak that awaited everyone after conquering heartbreak hill?
While everyone that we knew who was running or watching is safe and back home, there are many others for whom this tragedy has turned into a real nightmare. From the three people killed, including an eight year old boy who had just high-fived his father who was running, to the folks whose injures will forever change their lives, I don’t see how the Boston Marathon can ever be the same.
I’m sure the Boston Marathon will prevail. If it doesn’t then the terrorists and the people who commit these acts get what they wanted. We can’t go through life looking over our shoulders wondering where and when the next senseless tragedy will take place. Our way of life may not be acceptable to others but this is certainly not a reason to kill and injure people. Can’t we just accept the fact that while we are all different, we are all still a part of the same family, the one called the human race? Do we have to kill one another to get our point across?
If they run the Boston Marathon next year, which I’m sure they will, I will once again make the trek to Boston to support family, friends, and complete strangers. I am not going to let another senseless act of cowardice keep me from doing what I do. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to vent.
Wonderful Tribute to the victims of the Boston Marathon Bombing
The route from Hopkinton to Boston
© 2013 Bill De Giulio