Today I read this CNN iReport that was truly moving. It really is a testament to marathoners and what the attacks on the Boston Marathon intended to destroy. In case you do not feel like reading all of it, I am going to take some clips from it that I found especially poignant.
“For me, the attack on the Boston Marathon is a dark inversion of the attack on Newtown. We found that act of terrorism so horrifying because Adam Lanza attacked children — the nascent beginning of humanity with nearly infinite potential. The bombing of Boston is horrifying because someone attacked the complete opposite end of the spectrum — the human spirit at its furthest extension, humanity at its most hopeful and evolved, its acme.”
“In that brief moment between when you first glimpse the finish line and when you finally throw yourself across, you realize that you are about to complete something you swore you couldn’t do. Time doesn’t slow down as much as it stretches like taffy. In those few seconds, suddenly, the potential to be superhuman becomes real. We realize that if we can do this– something which we were previously sure was impossible– then surely we can be a little more patient, a little more forgiving, a little bit nicer.”
“It seems that desire to do more, to be better is what those bombs were intended to destroy. Those bombs failed. Hope will always triumph over fear, over despair. Just as New York came roaring back after 9/11, this vile, cowardly act won’t break the city of Boston or the human spirit of competition.”
The attacks on the marathoners and the events that have occurred since then have impacted me more than I thought they would. They have made me reevaluate some of my priorities and my way of thinking. They have made my determination to qualify for Boston a second time more resolute. I want to go back to show those behind this act of terror that I am not afraid–that they did not break me. That instead of scaring me off they made me stronger.
This line of the iReport also captures the essence of how the attacks have affected me: “We realize that if we can do this– something which we were previously sure was impossible– then surely we can be a little more patient, a little more forgiving, a little bit nicer.” We all make mistakes, but sometimes it is extremely difficult to forgive those who have hurt us. Experiencing such a painful marathon, being so close to the first explosion (I was about a football field away) and realizing that I easily could have been twenty minutes slower had I chosen to walk more have all encouraged me to forgive and move beyond things of the past. These events have encouraged me to embrace my own happiness rather than the things that will make other people happy and care less about what other people think. They have encouraged me to cherish every moment I spend with Callie, my friends and my family.
These are all things that we know are important and that we know we should be doing, but sometimes it takes something larger before we actually realize what we are failing to do. I do not think those behind the bombings knew the resolve that they would instill in people to be better. The resolve that they would give me.
In following what I have just said, I decided to take Callie to the dog park today after I picked her up from daycare even though I was exhausted. Madison had its first rays of sunshine poke through the clouds in almost two weeks, and I knew playing Chuck-It would make my pup extremely happy and bring a smile to my face. She did not fail me. Her adorable mannerisms made me laugh out loud as she dove into the muddy grass for her ball, dropped it at my feet and crouched waiting for my next throw. It was the perfect way to start my weekend.
– 1 cup orange juice
– 1/2 cup water
– 1/2 cup dried cranberries
– 1 box (10 oz) whole wheat couscous (I also like pinenut!)
– 1/3 cup shelled unsalted pistachios
– Bring orange juice, water and cranberries to a boil.
– Add couscous; cover and let sit for 5 minutes.
– Add pistachios