I am a runner. I am a marathoner. And I am angry.
I am sad.
When I run a marathon, by myself or with friends and family, my will defies the fatigue and logic. For 26.2 miles I don't just endure, I fight. I run.
And then I turn around and cheer my fellow fighters.
We cry. We laugh.
The Boston bombs were placed where the most amount of high fives, hugs and cheer-leading would be taking place. The finishers and spectators alike were yelling, supporting the runners.
The timing was after 17,000 of the runners would have finished, allowing them to join with their supporters - and worse, during the expected finishing time of charity runners. They run for those who can't run for themselves
I was asked if the bomb would change my running "hobby."
Yes. I will run farther. I will run faster. I will never stop.
It's not a hobby. It's a lifestyle.
I am a marathoner - we are a special breed. I will be doing anything and everything to support the victims of the Boston attack.
Why? Because it's true.
We were the wrong group to target, our will does not break.