Boston

“No! Oh my God not again,” is what I was thinking, maybe even saying, as I listened to the news report in my car. Then I felt the emotion wash over me even as I felt anger at whoever did this.


As a cyclist I have ridden in a number of sponsored bike rides. Imagine the layered horror of having a day that you’ve looked forward to and trained for as both competitive and enjoyable turn into a terrorist attack. It is overwhelming. Simplistically not being able to run the race is bad. To lose limbs because of an evil bomb…I can’t find the right word.

A short post for tonight. It seems sacrilegious to me to write or think of anything beyond Boston. Tonight is a night for praying and grieving. Tomorrow I will attempt to go back to normal.