I don’t really know what to write here. It’s 4:00 PM and I’m sitting in my office, trying to figure out how to get back home to Cambridge. This has been a terrible day.
Riding the marathon route last night was one of the best times I’ve had in recent memory. It was one of those perfect memories that you can carry with you as an example of the best of times. There was so much excitement, so much hope for what this sort of event could mean. Can you believe how many people there are? Look at all these bikes! We all looked forward to the possibilities of next year’s ride.
Now, the memory of last night’s ride has been poisoned. It has been consumed by this horrible, ugly event. My legs are still sore, but there’s a new pain now, an aching in the pit of my stomach.
My thoughts go out to the friends and families of those affected by today’s tragedy. Please stay safe out there.