Boston Marathon Bombings And Their Affect On Me

[caption id="attachment_7939" align="alignright" width="273"]boston marathon - bombings - running Source: Lehigh Valley Live[/caption] The Boston Marathon bombings took place over a week ago and I have had this blog post on a continuous writing feed as each day passed and more news came out about what happened that tragic day.  I wasn't sure I wanted to post this because I don't want this to become a political blog and want to keep it focused on endurance sports and fueling that lifestyle.  Unfortunately, I cannot control what people comment and so I decided to push the publish button this blog post and hope that you can regulate yourselves and your comments. Monday, April 15th I had just returned from the post office having paid my taxes.  When I say paid that is what I mean as it was not just filing.  I was not in a great mood when I sat down at my laptop and decided a few good laughs would help ease the pain of the check I just wrote.  The first thing I turned to was Twitter as there is always good banter and I was hoping that FatFluential would be going on a blogger rant.  What came across my feed was all the shock and horror of the Boston Marathon bombings.  I didn't know what to think or do.  How does one react to such a tragedy? I texted Karen to see if she had seen the news and when she said she hadn't I filled her in and the rage inside me grew.  I tried to keep my calm and also my fingers away from my keyboard.  I saw a lot of rants about the bombings and I didn't want to jump into the frenzy.  My first reaction was that people are jumping to conclusions since the bombs seemed to go off just outside of a restaurant.  How do they know there wasn't a gas leak?  I was trying to take a calm approach to this situation without going over the top. Over the course of the next week Karen was 'infatuated' with the Boston Marathon bombings and I was moving away from it.  I was not interested in hearing any more about the bombings or the suspects.  I had become numb to the whole situation.  I wanted to crawl into a hole/cave and not have to hear about it anymore because it had (as I am now figuring out) turned my world upside down and took away my lifestyle.  A lifestyle that I have grown to love to the point that I will defend it against anybody who dare to demean it.  How can anybody decide that taking the lives of strangers who are enjoying a patriotic day that culminates in the Boston Marathon finish line?  I couldn't understand it and in all honesty didn't want to. The anger then started to come out of me.  As Karen started reading posts from friends/family on Facebook about guarding a marathon and increasing security I was getting angrier and angrier.  You tell me how you guard a marathon that stretches out 26.2 miles or an Ironman that covers 140.6 miles?  Did you want people to run a marathon around a track?  Maybe the bike legs of Ironman races in a spin studio?  The swim in a pool?  Tell me how you would plan to secure a race that covered this much area? Then Friday came and the Boston Marathon bombing suspects were on the run.  Everybody I know was glued to the TV as it became a matter of national importance and not just a Boston Marathon situation.  When they reported that one suspect was killed I had some relief come over me that this could all be over in a matter of days as opposed to months or even years.  After the news reported that the second Boston Marathon bomber was caught I let out a huge sigh and felt good that this tragedy ended this way.  I wasn't happy that this happened at all but to see America come together was terrific for me considering all the gun/anti-gun, gay marriage/anti-gay marriage and whatever else you want to politicize seemed to dominate every thing I read. Then on Sunday while watching 60 Minutes (yes, I am old and watch 60 Minutes) there was a feature on the 9/11 museum and the tears came flooding down.  I am a New Yorker, no matter where I live now.  I will always be a New Yorker regardless of where I end up calling home.  On that fateful day I took my cat to the vet because my ex-wife asked me to.  Like anybody else I was not happy about not going to work.  Then as I sat in the vet's office and watched not one but two planes take out the Twin Towers I knew that I had no place in Manhattan that day.  I lost friends that day the same way that people at the Boston Marathon lost friends and family.  Tragedy struck, we banded together and formed a UNITED STATES OF AMERICA once again.  The Boston Marathon was not as devastating as the 9/11 incident but that doesn't make it any less important. The Boston Marathon bombings took me through shock, anger, defiance and self-reflection.  The bombings made me understand that it wasn't just endurance athletes affected by this but everybody.  We were all a victim of this tragedy in one way or another, but one thing we must all do is continue to live our lives.  I will go to the start line of Ironman Texas on May 18 and say a quick prayer for the victims of the Boston Marathon bombings but then I will turn my attention to the task at hand and that is to race as hard, fast and safe as I can possibly go that day.  I will not concern myself with potential bombs at mile 67 of the bike or mile 22 of the run.  I can't do that.  I cannot allow two individuals to dictate how I live my life and I hope you won't either.

Boston Marathon 2013 Will Never Be Forgotten

Jason Bahamundi

About the Author:

I grew up in New York and lived there for 34 years until I got divorced and moved 1600 miles to my new home in Texas.  I love New York and miss it but that does not mean that Texas hasn’t been great to me because it has.  It was here that I discovered endurance sports and specifically the sport of triathlon.  Triathlon has given me new life through all the challenges it presents.  I no longer look at life the same way and I can say that is in part due to my endeavor into this sport.

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