Boston Marathon 2013

I spent all of yesterday at the Boston Marathon, starting from Mile 18 right before the first women's runners passed by and eventually heading to Mile 24 to cheer on a fellow runner with friends. The day was beautiful for running, but as so appropriately put by the Boston Athletic Association, "what was intended to be a day of joy and celebration quickly became a day in which running a marathon was of little importance."

While biking the 6 miles along the route, I was truly impressed by the amount of encouragement and exhilaration the spectators had for the runners. Especially along the notorious hills, the path was packed with people cheering on strangers who have the heart and endurance to run 26.2 miles. The linchpin to the tragedy is that it took place at an event that is only a source of inspiration on so many levels - people cheering for others they wouldn't even look twice at on the street, people of all shapes and sizes training for months to run for a grueling 3 hours.

Any tragedy puts into perspective what's important in life. Everything that we're struggling with in the past week seems so futile when paralleled against life and death.