I really only have two things to say before I copy and paste the article the Journal Gazette (pre-editing edition) asked me to write:
1. I am beyond humbled by the whole stinkin’ thing. It was and will forever be an unforgettable life event.
2. To the person who actually read this article before its final submission, thank you for doing so. I think you are beautiful, too.
On Sunday, we went to the Convention Center. The logistics which must go into providing 36,000 runners with everything they need prior to the race is incredible. And man, they nail it in Boston. As we arrived, I walked immediately to the appropriate section of bib numbers to receive my packet. Another proud and smiling Bostonian greeted us, thanked us for being there, and wished me luck on the course. The sense of communal pride continued to be evident.
As we stood on the back side of Boston Common staring at a continual line of school buses waiting to transport runners over 26 miles into Hopkinton, I saw him. Well, actually I saw the CBS News Anchor holding a microphone in front of his happy face – a man wearing the bright orange 2014 Boston Marathon jacket, a ravishing smile, and one shoe. He was clearly a survivor, and he was clearly getting ready to run this race with his prosthetic leg.
We talked about family, friends, stupid hills, and an obscene craving for bananas. We shared the pain, we shared those hills, and we shared a pretty big moment in both of our lives – lives which until now had been completely unknown to one another.
It was everything I had hoped it would be. More Than A Feeling, indeed.