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Apr. 15th, 2013 04:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nonelvisI love Marathon Monday. I love that people from all over the world come to Boston to do what feels to me like the completely absurd but admirable pursuit of running 26.2 miles, something I know I could never do. (Longest run: 2.25 miles.) I love watching the marathon at home, because I am just so damned impressed people can do this at all. The marathon coincides with when spring finally starts to hit Boston, and the city and suburbs always turn out in force to welcome and cheer on the runners.
I do not know why someone would have set off bombs in my beautiful city. I could speculate, and I did, briefly, but it's pointless to do so without any real evidence. All I do know is that people have been killed, and hurt, and a city where I've lived for more than twenty years has been cruelly damaged by at least one person who should fucking well know better.
(I also know that I should not have watched the video of the explosions on the news. Jesus. I was just in Copley Square last weekend. It was a shade too cold for April, but the brutal wind was classic Boston, especially for that part of town. The finish line was freshly painted, and the BAA had started to set up bleachers.
The triage area for today's injured is at the corner where I park my car when I go to that part of town.)
I am fine. My friends and family are fine. I'm just angry and upset. I needed to go pet the cats for a while this afternoon, and I may go do that again now.
I do not understand people sometimes. I do know, though, that as horrible as whoever set this off is, that things could have been so much worse. The bombs went off in an area where there were already lots of police, medical personnel, and crowd control measures. This alone may have saved lives. I hope it did, anyway, if only because anything that thwarts what this dickwad was trying to do is a good thing.
I'm just rambling now, I think. Time to walk away from this post, and probably Twitter and the Boston.com liveblog, at least for a while, and hope tomorrow things will be better.
I do not know why someone would have set off bombs in my beautiful city. I could speculate, and I did, briefly, but it's pointless to do so without any real evidence. All I do know is that people have been killed, and hurt, and a city where I've lived for more than twenty years has been cruelly damaged by at least one person who should fucking well know better.
(I also know that I should not have watched the video of the explosions on the news. Jesus. I was just in Copley Square last weekend. It was a shade too cold for April, but the brutal wind was classic Boston, especially for that part of town. The finish line was freshly painted, and the BAA had started to set up bleachers.
The triage area for today's injured is at the corner where I park my car when I go to that part of town.)
I am fine. My friends and family are fine. I'm just angry and upset. I needed to go pet the cats for a while this afternoon, and I may go do that again now.
I do not understand people sometimes. I do know, though, that as horrible as whoever set this off is, that things could have been so much worse. The bombs went off in an area where there were already lots of police, medical personnel, and crowd control measures. This alone may have saved lives. I hope it did, anyway, if only because anything that thwarts what this dickwad was trying to do is a good thing.
I'm just rambling now, I think. Time to walk away from this post, and probably Twitter and the Boston.com liveblog, at least for a while, and hope tomorrow things will be better.