Boston Strong

'B' Strong.

Our thoughts and prayers go out to the 3 killed and over 170 injured by the two blasts at the finish of the 2013 Boston Marathon. Boston is a city that spurred and upheld the Revolution and was founded by tough, spirited pilgrims; we can pull through and 'B' stronger. The Boston Marathon is the only marathon in that you have to qualify for, and being a runner myself, having to qualify for that big of a race and not being able to finish the 26.2 miles you worked so hard to run, is devastating. And some of the injured don't even know if they will run again. It didn't matter what time you got to Copley Square, all that mattered was that you finished. Even all the handicapped runners accomplishing the goals they set so high for themselves is totally amazing; I can't imagine why you would want to ruin that. The runners coming in at that time were your 'average Joes' with their family and friends along side them; not even the elite runners with times just above two hours. I'm not even sure who won and what their time was. Usually the happiness near the finish line is almost palpable; every one is overjoyed, accomplished, lively, but tired. Happy, sweat streaked faces wrapped in sparkling space blanket bubbles floated everywhere around the square. Not one person dares not to smile and everyone is rejoicing over most sports punishment. But never would I have thought that Boston's streets would be quiet, stoic, and cold after that annual race. Trash tumbling around the gray, blood soaked pavement. People sobbing right where countless others rushed to help those screaming in pain and shock. That day, everyone that helped was a hero; not running away from the blast but running towards the cloud of terror. We can, and we will stay strong. Because we are Boston.