Some months ago, I entertained the idea of making a day trip with my friends from the track club (PPTC) to Boston to watch the marathon in person. I am usually not a sports spectator, in person or on TV, but many club members were scheduled to run and I want to cheer them on. I most likely will never qualify for Boston. My best marathon time is over 5 hours whereas Boston qualified time, for my age group, is like 3 hours and 20 minutes, or whatever nowhere near 5 hours. But I love taking photos, especially if there are people I know running in the race.
Something came up and I dropped the idea. The morning of the Boston Marathon, I didn't even feel like watching and instead went about my usual gwriting, with a message for a newlywed friend. Then came 3pm and social media was abuzz with news of the explosion near the finish line. I followed the news for hours, on TV and on handheld devices. It was sad but not surprising. It seems not a matter of if but when. I was nowhere near the site of the explosion, but I could have been there. It happened at an event for a sports that I love. Sure, living in New York and liking to run in desolate area that is away from civilization, or early or late in the day, any day I can be a statistic in police blotter, but it still gnawed at me. It can happen anywhere that has many people together, but it still affected me personally because I love the sports of running.
Enough with the brooding, this morning I decided to resume doing what I love. I thought of just running straight out and back, but then why not make a tribute to the people affected by the bombing as well? I've been experimenting with GPS writing, or gwriting for short, and got pretty good at it. Here's the route I took for today's 7 km. (I would want to make 8 km, my usual daily distance, but the phrase is short and 7 km was all it took.) Always one to come up with clever names, I call this route "BOSTON BETWEEN US", because the letters fall between Avenue U and Avenue S.
See the route animated here: