The Boston in Me
The horrible events at this year’s Boston Marathon have put me in a melancholy mood, and I turned to MetaFilter to make better sense of the senseless tragedy.
After reading the thousand-or-so comments that came before, I said (in part)
I've been a runner since my first 5-mile run thirty years ago. My happiness is deeply tied with the stress and demands of moving my body across the land using mainly my legs. I know intimately the pain and love running requires and begets.
The people gathered in Boston today to support their friends, the people who strove to bring their bodies across the finish line, the volunteers who gave material and emotional sustenance to people who for the most part are strangers, the cheerers and the curious--these people are my people and I am devastated at what's happened today.
Today, I'm strengthening my commitment to run as far and fast as I can until I can't anymore.
I hope the perpetrators will be brought to justice and that the victims will find peace and solace.
Johnnie Wilcox (aka mistersquid)
