Since I first watched the Boston Marathon from the top of Heartbreak Hill as a Boston College freshman and said, “I want to do that,” I’ve been running. Some years I’ve trained for and completed marathons, some years I’ve just puttered through with shitty mileage, but I haven’t stopped.
Having ran the race twice myself, ran my friends into the finish, had barefoot contingents lead me half-delirious to the right on Hereford, left on Boylston, and also having experienced the race as a spectator myself for many years, Marathon Monday has always been a truly special day. Which makes yesterday’s horrific attack all the more stingingly acute.
Between countless hours of watching the news, looking at way too many photos, and making sure their loved ones are accounted for and okay, everyone’s been processing the aftermath of the Boston Marathon bombings differently.
For me, so far, it’s been with music.