I’ve written this blog post no less than ten times and I just could not bring myself to publish it. My writings turned more sad and more angry each time and they continue to go that direction, even 3 months later. My 2013 Boston Marathon experience started as such an incredible experience in a very positive way. It ended quite differently, as we all know.
I am thankful that my friends that were running the 2013 Boston Marathon were all safe in the end. I cannot express how thankful I am that my father is safe. There are four photos that he took from his seat in the bleachers directly across the street from the first bomb. I can’t imagine what that must have been like. We had walked that part of Boylston Street no less than a dozen times that weekend and we ate right there where the bomb went off the day before the race.
If you have questions or comments, feel free to contact me or leave a comment. Thankfully, the BAA has made it possible for me to go back in 2014. I didn’t get to officially finish the race. I was stopped at around mile 22. I cannot wait to run the 2014 Boston Marathon. It’ll be with a heart full of emotion for what happened a few months ago. Instead of getting into this further publicly, I am just going to choose to share a bunch of my photos from the weekend. Head over to the My Photos Page to check out all of the photos.