So much is going on this week. First and foremost we’re all trying to process what happened at the Boston Marathon and what’s happening there right now as I write this. I think about all of the victims and the City, itself. I think about the future of marathons and other sporting events which require wide open spaces and a fluid flow of people ranging from participants, volunteers, to spectators, media and so on. I think about why we run, bike, swim and do what we do as athletes. I think of my fellow runners, triathletes and other athletes who wonder about the same things and have shown support by going for a run or signing up for a race. I think about the newly bereaved parents of all four victims (including the young MIT police officer) who died from this horrendous act and the journey of grief they’ve been forced to embark.
And this week I’ve been thinking a ton about a couple of bereaved parents who are going through exceptionally tough times right now. I’m praying for them and sending lots of love and positive thoughts their way.
Also during this week I had a couple of tests done on my heart. I requested them after a relatively high number of deaths occurred during triathlons over the past couple of years. (Some may read this paragraph and think I’m overreacting by having these tests done, especially given I’m generally healthy. Maybe I am. And maybe I’m a bit too sensitive to heart-related issues given what Noah, MLH and I’ve been through. As far as I’m concerned, NOT doing what I can to help limit my risks seems irresponsible.) With all of the wires, numbers and other readings displayed on monitors, the ultrasound and a four member medical team assessing me, my exam was rather surreal. I found myself tearing up a couple of times. Even talking to my GP earlier about ordering these tests made me feel like I was in some sort of neither world. We discussed the triathlon-related deaths, the heart, tests, reliability of results, even Noah and other aspects that caused images of my son and the CICU to flash in front of me. Funny and sick how triggers work.
Finally, my first triathlon of the season is tomorrow. I’ll race to honor the victims. I’ll race for the newly bereaved parents and their angels. I’ll race to help hold my two friends up with empathy and love. And as always I’ll race for Noah.