I'm not sure if I have anything to add to this conversation but I feel compelled to write.
I am angry and sad.
First and foremost I am thinking of those who lost their lives. I am so sorry for their loved ones. It makes no sense and I have no words. Why.
I am thinking of those who were injured in the blast today. I can't imagine what they are going through.
I am sorry for the runners in the Boston Marathon who trained for months only to not be able to finish the marathon because an explosion occurred before they could reach their goal.
I am sorry for those who did finish the marathon, but tonight, instead of celebrating the glory of their finish, they mourn like the rest of us.
I am thinking of the people of Boston, who had their city attacked and one of their most cherished and happy traditions targeted.
I am also thinking of those who won the marathon. This moment is one of the greatest happiest moments one can have in the sport of running, and it was stolen from them.
I am sad for the running community. An attack at the finish line of Boston feels so personal to so many of us. Whether you've run Boston before, are an avid runner, or are just a part of the community, it's hard to explain how this feels, or what it means.
I am thinking of anyone reading this, who feels like normal everyday activities like going to the movies, going to school, or attending a sporting event are not safe anymore. To anyone who feels like they are losing faith in humanity, don't lose hope.
I know that many stories of heroism will come out of this tragedy. And I know that the running community will slowly heal. Thinking of all of you.