As in fog of war, it will be likely a day or so until we know how many are hurt… right now, in some sense, we all are hurt… for the joy of running, pacing oneself, training for a long time prior, and just competing no matter, win, place or straggle.
And this happens instead. That the quest for health and life springing up fresh, be a run for some through the valley of death… people will say surreal, how could this happen, why did this happen, who did this, who knew. No doubt there are those present today in Boston who were near or in 9-11. I have no doubt we will hear from them.
For now. Just tears and relief-grief… or just grief.
That is my prayer, that all be aided and comforted in ways that matter most.
I have other words: none of them are printable.