Wow! I am speechless and in disgust of what happened in Boston today.
It makes me incredibly sad that on a day where we were supposed to be celebrating the accomplishments of 27,000 runners in the Boston Marathon, a tragedy struck and killed and injured far too many people.
Kristy, my sister who also ran the marathon, and I were able to finish thankfully. Kristy finished about 30 minutes before the bombs went off, and I finished a mere 10 minutes prior to the explosions. Oddly enough, I was actually the furthest from the bombs. My sister was in the medical tent being treated for some minor dehydration; my husband, Craig, saw both explosions and was one block from the second explosion while waiting for a friend; and my parents and aunt were two blocks away from first—having walked by the sites of both bombs moments before they went off. So scary! God’s hand was definitely protecting my family!
After I finished the race, I proceeded down the road to pick up various post-race items the volunteers were handing out: recovery food, medals, blankets, and then made my way to pick up the bag I had checked at the beginning of the race. As I was changing into warmer clothes right next to the buses, I heard the first explosion. I immediately looked towards the large boom and saw a huge cloud of smoke in the sky. Just a few seconds later another explosion went off. I had no idea what had happened. To me, it sounded like cannons going off. I knew it was Patriot’s Day, and yesterday (Sunday) I had seen a Paul Revere reenactment with guns going off, so that was the first thing to pop into my head.
I heard other racers around me say things such as, “Was that supposed to happen?” “Did they do that last year?” No one had any idea what was going on. As we were standing there in perplexity, swarms of people started moving away from the area where the explosions had gone off and telling people to move back.
(Crazy to think two days earlier we stood at the finish where the tragedy occurred.)
I still had no idea what was going on. By this time, I had gotten my warm clothes on and was making my way down the streets towards the area where my family and I had decided to meet up. On my way, I called my parents, sister, and husband to see where they were, but my calls were not going through. (Come to find out the cell phone towers in the area were down.) I slowly made my way to the meeting area and saw a large number of police, ambulance, and rescue vehicles all heading towards the area where the explosions went off.
I immediately saw my mom, dad, and aunt and started to discuss what was going on. They really were not sure what had happened either but were making guesses as to what it might be. I had passed a few people saying the word “bomb,” but I didn’t know if this was accurate. They weren’t quite sure either but told me my sister was safe in the medical tent and Craig was okay as well.
(As a disclaimer, we don’t believe these ambulances were because of the tragedy. Instead, we were informed these ambulances were lined up in an area a few blocks from the end of the race on stand-by for any runners who may need medical assistance.)
We stood around trying to figure out what was going on and trying to figure out how to meet-up with everyone since phone calls were going through. (Luckily we were able to text.) After a while, Kristy came back from the medical tent, which was now being used for those who were wounded by the explosions. After that it took nearly an hour to get in contact with Craig to find out where he was. It was very good to see everyone and know they were all safe. We are now enjoying time together tonight with each other.
This morning, while we were waiting to start the race, we observed a moment of silence for the Sandy Hook tragedy. And even more tragic was that near the 26 mile marker, which was near where the second bomb went off, there was a memorial for the 26 people who died in that tragedy.
Thank you all for your comments, e-mails, and Facebook messages checking to see if we were okay. I feel incredibly blessed that no one in my family was injured because it could have easily been a different story if I would have finished 10 minutes slower or my parents hadn’t gotten past the area in the time they did. God is a good God and even though in this moment of this tragedy it is hard to imagine good could ever come from this, I am confident God will be able to bring positive light to this situation.