Don't even know where to begin. I've been sitting here looking at a blank screen for minutes. I want to recap positive side of my experience during the Boston Marathon, but it's all overshadowed with visions of people frantically running through the streets crying, confusion & chaos.
I've had 24hrs for everything to sink in and it has really hit me hard. I'm having a real hard time making sense of it all. I keep thinking of the "what ifs". What if my family had camped out 30-40 ft closer to the finish line?
This picture fills me with fear to see how close they were (my daughter)
(I blacked out the scene out of respect)
Circled is the red chair she was sitting in.
What if I didn't stop around mile 23 and 24 to walk off a cramp in my thigh. Those 3-5mins would have put me right on Boylston St. at the time of the explosions. I was suppose to be in wave 3 corral 9, but I had snuck into corral 5 because I wanted to run with my friend Bill. What if I didn't? I would have been back stuck with all the other runners.Why was I where I was?
I can't even begin to explain how eerily quiet this scene was
What if?........ What if?...... What if?......
I want to shake it off.... but I can't. I want to unsee things I saw, but I can't. I want my kids to unsee all the horrible things they saw and felt, but I can't. I'm sad, angry, and pissed the F' off! But I'm helpless. I can't do anything.
I don't want to bring anyone down. I apologize.... but my blog is my release. This is my story, my Boston Marathon.
On another note....
Today was my birthday and I got my cake,
....and my medal.
I'm happy to see another one and happy that my family is here with me. It could have been soo much worse.....
God, we pray for those that lost their lives and for those injured. Please help us heal.