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The Post Boston Road 17Apr13


As I drove my ten year old son, Roan, to school on the morning of April 16th, 2013, he asked, “Why would some one want to blow [the Boston Marathon] up?” I responded, “They didn’t want to blow anything up. They just wanted to hurt as many people as possible.”

“Why?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” I said.

More mundane topics usually occupy the daily ride to school. I don’t usually tackle the problem of evil before 7:30am. And certainly, I can’t offer a suitably reasoned answer in under eight minutes, at least I can’t do it as beautifully as Fred Rogers or Bill Watterson.

There’s no use shielding young minds. Children see the world quite well, thank you. They can recognize evil. It perplexes them as it does us. One doesn’t have to be familiar with the theodicies of Augustine or Aquinas to wonder at human suffering.

This much is certain: Bad things happen. Good people pay the price. In the aftermath, we’re left to make sense of it all.

As a people, as Americans, we share communal grief, sadness and outrage (How odd that tragedy and misery unite us). Runners lend a specific, nuanced perspective. The epicenter of our subculture has been desecrated. More than a race, the Boston Marathon is a sacred institution. It represents the elusive, ethereal goal of runners all over the world. We bend our minds and bodies in a quasi religious quest to run Boston, to achieve nirvana. Even those who may never participate implicitly view this race as set apart from all others. It’s one thing to run a marathon. It is quite another to run Boston.

Our Mecca has been attacked. Copley square is our St. Peter’s square; our fellow runners, the collective brahman. Our exodus begins in Hopkinton. The finish line, now a scene of murderous atrocity, is our promised land.

Of course, for all we know, those responsible know nothing of this special status beyond the fact that the marathon is a highly public event of significance. A prime target of opportunity, if you want to kill and maim people.

The raw, unspeakable carnage pointedly kindles the runner’s anger in another, deeply personal way. The bombs ripped through spectators. When speaking of the Boston experience, runners inevitably spend most of their time waxing nostalgic about the astonishingly inspiring people bracketing the roads from start to finish. Fans, loved ones, students, residents and children pour energy into runners in a way different from every other race. There is nothing quite like it. The raucous, runner-focused encouragement is tangibly exhilarating for 26.2 miles. On heartbreak hill, the support is something that must be experienced to be believed.

These are not merely fans. They are kin. On race day, they are as much our family as our spouses, children and relatives who line the course. When something happens to these people, no matter how anonymous, it cuts deeply. I can’t bear to write words about those who were severely wounded or lost. I know this: The marathoners they came to see are devastated.

Runners have a slight inkling of this pain for another uncomfortable reason. We sacrifice more than our own time when we train for the marathon. Our obsession exacts a toll paid by those closest to us. Our families patiently endure as we train endlessly. They understand when we are too tired to be our normally chipper selves after a long run. And that’s the thing. We understand, deep down, that our pursuit is largely selfish. This may partly explain the lengths runners go to to raise prodigious amounts of money for charity. The truth is, we are often awash in guilt.

We bring our families to races. They support us, love us, follow us, cheer for us. On Monday, these same people died or were irrevocably harmed while expressing this love; a love so true we probably will never understand it. This makes the bastard scum bombers even more damnable, if such a thing were possible.

Emerson once said, “Every evil [has] its good.” Easily quoted. Easily typed. But he was not one to cast about trite utterances. Eminently thoughtful, Emerson may have referred to the confusing grayness of life, but in these words I see the inability of evil to fully thwart the light. We’ve already seen the spark in Boston’s aftermath. Everyday heroes (decent people who choose to act) leapt immediately into action. Runners, volunteers, spectators, business people, authorities and local residents mobilized into an impromptu army of compassion across downtown Boston and beyond. We still see this extraordinary outpouring in volunteerism, donations and in solemn vigils of solidarity and grief. We see it in proclamations of glorious defiance.

Mr. Rogers was profoundly correct (as I imagine he was about most things). One need not look far to find the helpers, the noble among us. We must look to the good that, in some small way today, and in a larger sense as time passes, dispels shadow.

What shall we then do?

Let’s dispense with the philosophical and theological conundrums for a time and recognize that we can solve the problem of evil with our hands, feet, hearts and resources. Beyond appreciation for a resilient city, we have a higher calling. We owe it to our fellow runners to support their families after this tragedy. Our mutual connection demands it. If running has given us anything, if our faith means anything, as decent people we must continue to act.

If we can’t banish evil we can bathe it in light and diminish its influence.

As a runner, I will do what all marathoners do. I will keep moving forward. I will qualify for Boston again and will tow the line in Hopkinton once more. With joy, I will stand in solidarity with fellow runners and loved ones celebrating community, life and victory.

I hope to see many of you there. With love in our hearts, seasoned with a dash of defiance, we will move forward together along the storied roads that lead to the city, one footfall, after another, after another.


Ramsey’s Cacophonous Serenade 22Apr08

The anticlimactic, maddeningly truncated video is finally up! See below:


This is the greeting you deserved some twenty-odd years ago from the Wellesley girls. It doesn’t seem fair that you never experienced it; that you never got to run Boston. My measly 3:15 doesn’t hold a candle to your 3:01. But back in the day, qualifying standards were much tougher. And regrettably, injury now prevents you from running this storied race. Doubly unfair.

This may be a trivial surrogate for the real Boston experience. But accept it as a token of friendship and thanks for the miles we’ve run together and the counsel you’ve given. I’d say thanks for the ab class, but my abs are not ready to forgive.

Most of my readers don’t know you. Though I may underestimate your social networking skills, which are prodigiously advanced. I can’t recall running together without a handful of people greeting you, whether on foot, in cars, riding, working or otherwise. Those few who don’t know you would be happier if they did.

I hope this in some small way this gesture assuages any disappointment you may have felt at missing Boston. At least let it show that investments in friendship always reap dividends.

– Dean

The Video!

(NOTE: What on earth is that runner doing at the far end of the sign in the video?)

Unfortunately, the final cut of the video contains less than half of the event. Here’s the whole encounter:

(Stops at the craziest bunch of Wellesley Girls)
Hey! Hold this for me and…

(Not a breath lost, they immediately unroll the sign with great enthusiasm. No reason is requested.)

Okay, this is for Ramsey. I swear this is not me. It’s really for someone else.
(Takes several photos)

(incoherent screaming continues)

(Assuming the Camera is now capturing the scene on video)
On the count of three yell, “We love you Ramsey”

(more screams)

Let him have it! Tell…
(Filming actually begins)
.. him you love him! YEAH!

(more screaming)

(filming stops)

Ah well, the best laid plans often go awry. At least we got a bit of it. Ramsey, somewhere in Wellesley, the girls have your sign. Hopefully they’ll check out the site!

– Dean

Okay… Video delayed 21Apr08

Sorry folks, but my video and pics from the Wellesley Scream Tunnel will be delayed until tomorrow. So very sorry. It was my real goal of the race to have that up for you. This particular project was important to me. Once you see everything, all will be explained.

I took many pictures and I’ll try to get them attached to the various posts I made so you can take a quick look back. That will probably happen by tomorrow evening.

Suffice it to say, I did not have a great running day today. I was hurting as early as mile 14, and the Newton hills kicked my buttocks six ways to Sunday. I should not have been laid waste by a 3:37. But I’ve recovered decently and spent the day post race on the Freedom trail, checking out Paul Revere’s House and the Old North church. It seemed the thing to do on Patriot’s Day.

– Dean

Postscript 21Apr08

Thanks for reading everybody! If your name is Ramsey, or you are anybody else who wants to see video, come back tonight between 8 or 9pm or so… I’ll have a very cool video posted for you!

– Dean

3:37:01! 21Apr08

I’m done.

And I’m looking for a place to vomit.

– Dean

Heartbreak-figgin’-hill 21Apr08

Naering Mile 21…

To tired.

To post.


– Dean

Mile 19: Uh… really tired… 21Apr08


Hey,the crowd’s thinned out. I’m dying on a new hill. And for some reason people keep complimenting me on my socks.

– Dean

Mile 16: No offense but… 21Apr08

These “infamous” Newton Hills? They really suck.

– Dean

Mile 15: First hill of the lot 21Apr08


I am really, really, really, really, really, really, really tired.

And I think I need to get in shape or something.

– Dean

Mile 13.1 – Halfway Point 21Apr08


I just passed the Scream Tunnel (thanks Boss Frog for the clarification) full of insane and crazy Wellesley girls.

Note to Angie: I kissed no one, in fulfillment of my promise to you.
Note to Ramsey: My mission is accomplished with my Wellesley girls today and you need to come back to Zero to Boston tonight!

– Dean

Note from Chris: I could not understand Dean’s location… something about a tunnel. Though he is speaking very well for having run 13 miles.

– Chris