There really isn’t anything new to say about yesterday’s bombing in Boston but it seems that everyone needs to say something. So here’s mine.
For all the years that I’ve been watching the Boston Marathon festivities from my living room armchair, I’ve felt something uniquely simple about each runner crossing the finish line. Oh, I know that the training and the running is incredibly complex, but as the runners turn the corner from Hereford Street to Boylston, there is a simplicity, a floating through the final hundred feet. They are ‘in the zone’, with something beyond themselves carrying them forward. I wonder if I will ever sense that again.
For all the years that I’ve been watching the Boston Marathon festivities from my living room armchair, I’ve felt something uniquely simple about each runner crossing the finish line. Oh, I know that the training and the running is incredibly complex, but as the runners turn the corner from Hereford Street to Boylston, there is a simplicity, a floating through the final hundred feet. They are ‘in the zone’, with something beyond themselves carrying them forward. I wonder if I will ever sense that again.