As a former "mid-pack" marathon runner myself, I normally would have been finishing at the time the bombs went off: 4 hours 9 minutes. At every one of my past races, my wife and three children were there to greet me at the finish.
I can't imagine the horror experienced by the families with young children waiting for a parent to finish the race only to be faced with carnage, shrapnel wounds and people who've lost their limbs. Just think of the anguish experienced by the runners still on the course, not being able to contact their loved ones at the finish line.
Two people from my school community ran the Boston Marathon on the day of the bombing: our vice-principal (an early 40ish woman) and the father of one of my students who is also a former neighbour. Luckily, both are very fast runners and had cleared the finish line long before the blasts occurred.
On the day of the bombing, we experienced yet another April snowstorm which dumped nearly a foot of snow and freezing rain overnight and throughout the day. These early-morning pictures were taken in my yard. What a contrast to the beautiful pictures of the spring flowers in her backyard posted by my sweet blogger friend anne marie of philly!
|Me with morning bed-head, flannel |
spiderman jammies, hoodie and snowboots. Sexy!
|My little dog with his new spring haircut, lifting his |
leg in some very unspringlike conditions.