I really want to write about my first Boston marathon experience and how well my race went. But every time I try to, I stop myself. I am still in shock. Had I ran the projected finish time my dad and I discussed prior to arriving at the start line, it would have put us just crossing after the first bomb went off. Instead, we were a few short blocks away at the Arlington stations trying to get on the subway when, what should have been one of the best marathon experiences of my life, turned to chaos and confusion.
I will write more later this week or this weekend. I am just glad everyone I personally knew running was accounted for. It breaks my heart to think about the Innocent lives lost and Innocent people injured.