Posts Tagged ‘Boston Marathon bombings

15
Apr
16

Marathon No. 16: Euphoria, until 2:49

How many police cars do they need?

I had no idea of the scope of what just happened. All I could do was try and comprehend what I was hearing.

Two loud bangs

Sirens blaring, endlessly.

It was sensory overload. Continue reading ‘Marathon No. 16: Euphoria, until 2:49’

28
Mar
14

Michael Kennedy: Marathoner

It was hard not to be reflective on my run this morning. As I jogged from Ayer into Devens, several half-staff flags were in sight. My thoughts immediately went to Wednesday’s tragedy in Boston: 2 firefighters were killed battling a wind-driven blaze.

By late Wednesday, we learned their names and envied their efforts – they selflessly died while attempting to make sure no one else did. And they succeeded: there were no additional fatalities.

For a time, they were just names – Michael Kennedy, Edward Walsh. Continue reading ‘Michael Kennedy: Marathoner’

06
Dec
13

SI should name Boston its Sportsman of the Year

An email popped in last night that got me thinking – without ever reading it. The title: “My Sportsman: Boston’s David Ortiz.” It is another installment/nominee from Sports Illustrated as the magazine closes in on its choice for Sportsman of the Year, which will be announced Dec. 16.

Ortiz is a good choice. A better one, however, is the city of Boston itself. Continue reading ‘SI should name Boston its Sportsman of the Year’

11
Sep
13

Thoughts on 9/11

So many thoughts on this day …

It’s September 11th. Yes, I remember exactly where I was when the first plane hit. I was in bed. My wife called to leave a message on the answering machine (remember those?). How my life has changed since then. I could sleep until 9 in those pre-fatherhood days. Continue reading ‘Thoughts on 9/11’

18
Apr
13

Boston 118: Will I be there?

My wife always asks me at a low point. When I’m feeling lousy, nauseous, spent. When all the doubts creep back. When I’m thinking: I’ll never do that again.

It’s usually about the time we get back into the car, as I attempt to fold myself into the passenger seat.

“So, do you think you’ll do it again next year,” she’ll ask. Continue reading ‘Boston 118: Will I be there?’