By God's grace, I was not anywhere near the finish line when the explosions happened. I had finished the race around 1:40pm, and walked the couple blocks to the family meeting area to meet up with my Business Man and BFF Talen. After visting for awhile, we headed to the car around 2:40pm, ten minutes before the explosions happened.
We didn't even realize anything had happened, because we were in the car on the way to our hotel about 10 miles away. After receiving several texts & calls, we flipped the news on to see what everyone was so concerned about.
It was so surreal. Just one hour before, I had run by the same exact spot. Crossed the finish line with a smile on my face.
Immediately, I started contacting my running friends that were at the race. After learning they were all okay, we sat there in the hotel room for 3+ hours, just watching the news coverage.
I have such a bittersweet ball of emotions about the whole experience. I had a fantastic Boston race experience... it was everything I hoped it would be. But it's hard to be excited and happy about a race that ended so tragically. Devastating for the victims, devastating for the families of the victims, devastating for the runners who didn't get to finish.
The most overwhelming thing was just the sheer amount of people who contacted us to make sure we were okay. So many people that I would have never expected to reach out... just wanting to make sure we were safe. Never have I felt so loved and cared about in one day. A huge thank you to everyone who sent a message of concern.
**Race report to come.