It’s been how many days since the Boston Marathon bombings? I don’t know either.
We’ve moved on, right? I flipped on the TV and watched two Toronto teams play in Boston last night. Other than seeing the Boston Strong logo here and there, I never thought about what happened last month. Boston has moved on.
A young lady died out on the course at the GoodLife Fitness Toronto Marathon last weekend. Emma was just 18. One of my running friends saw her on the course as paramedics worked to revive her. Another friend went back and ran past the spot the other day and wrote up a nice article about her.
You go out for a run shortly after hearing about something like Boston, or a runner dying on course and you think about it. You consider yourself or your family at the finish line in Boston. Or you think about your own mortality and consider booking that annual physical you haven’t bothered with for five years.
And then you tuck it away, deep in the back of your mind and probably never consider it again.
As a runner, I’ve moved on.
That’s callous, right? How about the victims of the bombing that lost limbs or lost loved ones? Move on? What about the family of Emma? Move on?
But that’s exactly what those people will do. Granted it will be immeasurably more difficult for them to move on, but they will. Because it’s really the only thing they can do.
Moving on is part of life. Something happens, you deal with it, you put it behind you and you move on. Hit by a car? Shit happens, life sucks, move on. No sense dwelling on things in the past, on the things we can’t control.
One foot in front of the other. Keeping it moving.