I've always been inspired by the way Boston comes to life on Patriot's Day. The countless families, locals and college students that line the streets give energy to those who are completing the incredible physical task. Taking part in the festivities is something I've always looked forward to.
This year looked to be no different. The weather was nice, the characters were out, and there was a guy eating a Big Mac at mile 25.
So when I received a message from my mom that said "omg explosions at the finish line", my heart sank. I don't have anything to say that others haven't put more eloquently, so I'll keep my words light. To be tangentially involved in the events was an emotionally wrenching experience. I ache for anyone who was hurt, while feeling inspired by those who stepped up to help.
As the streets cleared and only physical remnants of the race remained, it was difficult to find a way to center myself. I find more and more that in these moments we seek each other.