by klassman

I ran to work today. There were intervals — I went fast, then I didn’t. I wanted my head to clear, but it wouldn’t. I was all alone in thought. So many thoughts but none that came together to make any sense.

Yesterday my friend Patrick was safely back at his hotel with family when bombs exploded. My cousin Kathleen was a few miles from the finish and also out of harm’s way. Her husband and children were waiting for her near the finish — also lucky, also safe. A friend — an acquaintance who I only know via months of activity on a shared message board about IMLP — was in the finisher chute when chaos arrived and lives were lost.

My friends were safe. I was 450 miles away.

I still cannot clear my head.