Boston Marathon 2013 Memorial WOD
Dear 117th Boston Marathon participants, spectators, volunteers, law enforcement officers and BAA officials, we all shared in a horrific event that is now imprinted in our memories forever; an event that will take years to bring closure to. As we all work through this in our own way, we at CrossfitSun would like to honor all who lost their lives, who sustained life altering injuries, who came to the rescue of strangers and who continue to work to heal mentally from this senseless act of terror. We dedicate this work out to you. We have named it
“Boston Marathon Hero WOD”
3 Rounds (to honor the three spectators that lost their lives)
Run 800m (to honor the 8 year old boy who lost his live while watching his father Run.)
Burpees 15 (to keep in mind the suffering that so many went through and are still going through)
Sled 100yds (to honors those who helped complete strangers by pushing them to safety without the thought of the danger they could still be in)
Pull-ups 15 (We end with pull ups to lift our spirits and to encourage the healing of all those affected)
(strict, c2b, and weighted if possible) We chose 4 movements and 15 reps to represent the day (4/15) that changed the lives of so many.
Marathon Monday, 4/15, started off perfectly. The weather was pretty nice at race start. 30,000 of us gathered in athletic village awaiting our turn to go to the starting line. At about 10:20 the last 17,000 of us finally got the call that it was our turn, wave 3 corals 1-9, to line up at the start. We all headed the .75 of a mile to the start to get into our perspective areas to start the race. The announcer welcomed us and thanked us for all the work we put in to get to Boston. The town’s Mayor told us how excited he was that we were all there to support such a good cause. Like every race we looked to our neighbors and wished them a safe and productive run. The gun sounded and we were off. Tears filled my eyes as I couldn't believe I was actually starting the Boston Marathon. An event I had really never believed I would have the fortune to participate in. We ran from town to town. In each town there were 1000s of people lining the race course, screaming, yelling, offering beers, oranges, water and anything else they thought would be helpful. Tons of young kids were there offering up high fives and were so excited when they got one. These people were veteran spectators. They had this down to a science.
The crowd never really thinned out. I spent a good 18 miles talking with the other runners around me. We shared our stories of where we were from; how we got there and how long it took us to get there. The course was much hillier then I expected. My legs were cold and very sore by about mile 18. Eight more miles seemed like it was going to be an impossible feat. I looked at my watch and saw I was still at a good pace and right on my 4 hour target. Around mile 22 I didn't really want it to be over. I was enjoying the experience. I thought maybe I should slow down and enjoy the rest of the race. Grab one of those beers people were offering and engage with the crazy Boston College students who were all so drunk they were jumping into the race to inspire the runners. This of course was after running by the Women's College where all the girls were asking for kisses. Some because they were Italian, Russian, and my favorite the one that wanted kisses because she had "daddy issues". I figured out in my head that I could slow down to a 12 minute mile and I would make it in about 4:10:00. I thought that 4 hours ten minutes is still a respectable time and I considered it. But being who I am, I knew people were tracking me so I thought better of it and I forged on. I got to mile 26 where Dave and his family cheered me on. I stopped to wave and then headed the .2 of a mile to the finish line, getting in at 4:00:13. My eyes once again filled with tears as I stopped to look back at the finish line, not believing I had really just completed the Boston Marathon. I then leaned on a table about 20 feet from the finish line and stretched my very cramped, cold legs for about 3 or 4 minutes. I walked a bit further, about 200 feet from the finish line and saw a race official. I thanked him for the awesome experience and told him how well I thought the race was organized. We talked for a couple minutes. I took a couple more steps and at 4:09:13, BOOOM the bomb exploded. The ground shook and people screamed. I looked back and saw a fire ball and plume of smoke just 200 or so feet away on the race side of the finish line. I was stuck in the finish shoot with 1000s of people and no place to go. Everyone stopped and was asking each other what happened. What do we do? No sooner then we could take a few more steps another bomb went off. I could see it was about 200 feet from the first one. It was right about the 26 mile marker, which was right where I had last seen Dave and his family. All I could think about was that if he had headed toward the finish line to our pre-arranged meeting place he would have walked right into the first one. If he had waited a few minutes he would have been hit by the second one. There was no getting out of the finish shoot with all the people. We could hear the police yelling run everyone run get out of here. We were 100s deep in this shoot and we couldn't move. Emergency vehicles began trying to make their way through the finish shoot to the race side of the finish line we were being yelled at to get out of the way. The people caught in the blast began to catch up to us running scared and injured. After about 10 more minutes, I finally got out of the finish shoot. I was freezing and had no idea where I was in a city I knew nothing about. I didn't have my cell phone and I was all alone. Even worse I had no idea how Dave was. I made a U-turn to go see if I could find Dave but they wouldn't let me go in that direction. I sat on the curb and cried, wondering how I would ever find my way and how I would ever deal with the situation if Dave had been injured. I finally got up and started wondering around hoping to find a place I recognized. After about 40 minutes I found someone who could tell me how to get to the one and only street I could remember and I made the two mile trek back to my hotel hoping to find Dave there. When I got there he wasn't there I got to my phone and tried to call him. There was no cell service at the finish line where I had left Dave. About that time Steph and Arlene were calling me. They were able to tell me that they had reached Dave by phone and that he was ok but looking for me. In a couple hours we were all reunited in the hotel. My phone was blowing up with all your concerned texts and calls. This was very comforting.
As we were locked down in the hotel that night, without any beer, watching the craziness on the news, I noticed that many of the people, who were just crossing the finish line when the bomb had gone off, had been with me for most of the race. I kept going over the conversations I had had with them and couldn't believe that that could have easily been me if I had slowed down when I wanted to and that Dave would have been seriously injured waiting for me. It was a nightmare filled evening but it was bearable because I felt so lucky to be so loved by all of you. I couldn’t wait to return to my city with my friends in a place I have always felt safe in.