I took Marathon Monday of 2013 off from work and was enjoying the beautiful morning. I live on the marathon route in Brookline about a hundred yards from the Boston city line and about a mile and a half from Kenmore Square. I always love watching the leaders run by because they are LEGIT running. As in, like, their marathon pace is practically my sprint. It’s an amazing display of what the human body can do and it happens every year ten feet from my front door.
After watching the elites go by, I procrastinated on my taxes (due that day) by watching the Red Sox game. Once I finally sat down to grind it out with TurboTax, I muted my TV to avoid any further distractions. An hour or so later I received a text from a good friend asking if I was ok. I replied I had no idea what he was talking about. He mentioned something about bombs. This good friend lives in Oregon and was checking up on me, who was oblivious despite living so close to what just happened. Yes, I found out about the 2013 Boston Marathon Bombings from a friend in Oregon.
I immediately ran to the TV and unmuted it and was horrified by what I was seeing. I stepped outside my apartment door and onto the sidewalk of Beacon Street. Large groups of runners were gathered in collective confusion over why police made them stop. Turns out the intersection on my block had been designated a point to steer runners off-course in a direction safe from the finish line.
Armed with the news from my TV, I started telling the runners what had happened and the shock that appeared on their faces was one I’ll never forget. Many of them immediately checked their phones and saw backlogs of messages from concerned family and friends seeking a status update. Others looked at news alerts with horror as the reality sunk in.
I’ll never forget that day and those that followed. It was a great time to be a Bostonian.
As for the movie, some have argued it’s too soon. Personally, I can’t wait to see this and I trust Mark Wahlberg got it right.