The warm sun cut through the cool breeze from Lake Superior. My legs were sore and numb at the same time. I was near the point of tears for the sheer sense of joy and accomplishment. Around 12:30 in the afternoon on June 18, 2011, I crossed the finish line of the 35th Grandma’s Marathon in Duluth.
It’s a moment that will live with me forever because of both the personal euphoria and that from the thousands of people at the finish line. Perhaps you’ve witnessed this on your own as either a runner or spectator. Those of you who have know exactly what I mean when I say it’s unlike any other feeling I’ve ever had. It remains to this day one of my happiest memories.
That’s why, sitting here more than a thousand miles away, I feel particularly touched by what’s unfolding in Boston this Monday afternoon. Thankfully, I do not know of any friends or family members directly affected by this tragedy, but my thoughts and prayers are with anyone who does. It saddens me so greatly that someone used mass-violence to turn what’s supposed to be such a triumphant show of human achievement into one of the most terrible scenes imaginable.
I could not fathom coping with death and devastation after being that emotionally and physically strained. Those witnesses who weren’t physically hurt are almost certain to suffer incredible mental trauma. My hopes are that the casualties are limited, and runners will not be deterred from participating in these tremendous tests of skill and stamina. After all, a marathon is, at its core, among the greatest exercises in human perseverance.
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This post was written by Dustin Luecke on April 15, 2013