The Boston Miracle
So, today is Easter - a day when all sorts of miracles were said to have happened. Well, I guess you could argue that they happened a week from now, if you're following an orthodox calendar...but thats all semantics; temporal inflation of a few cents on the dollar over the course of a few thousand years. The stories are pretty mad when you think about it. Agony and pain and coming back from the dead. Pretty heavy stuff.
Its all become pretty detached though - I mean, the whole thing got twisted and somehow bunnies started laying eggs made of chocolate. Not to say that bunnies are bad.. or that religion is inherently good... its just all mixed up. Its all so distant that some might argue its easier to believe in a magic bunny than it is to believe in crosses, carpenters and angels.
Tomorrow is the Boston marathon. And for me, tomorrow will have more images of agony, pain and coming back from the dead than Easter ever has. That might seem blasphemous to some, but hey, this is a digital age. I'm going to take a creative commons artistic license, and just let my metaphor be.
Religion talks about purity, peace of mind and devotion to a single cause. The runners tomorrow will fulfill each of those criteria, mile after painful mile. Regardless of pace or form, each will be so dedicated to their sole (soul?) purpose that they will go to the extremes of their ability to achieve their objective. In front of thousands of spectators, runners will bare it all, revealing far more truth than could be expected in confession. They will strip away any social masks to reveal the human animal that lives within us all, and use all that they are to make a pilgrimage to Boston.
Now I could end this with any number of clichés, comparing a runner's high to heavenly bliss... or the doldrums of hypoglycemia to the darkness of hell, but this is a blog post, not a t-shirt slogan. And, while there will be plenty of slogans to be seen on t-shirts tomorrow, the truth will be read from faces. There we will see the Easter sentiments in the flesh: The fast start, full of promise; the pain and suffering on heartbreak hill; the exultation of coming back from the brink.
You often hear athletes talking about God; a deity who has somehow become as wrapped up in touchdown dances and slam dunks as it has with chocolate eggs. Marathoners, however, are a different breed. The runners tomorrow will be praying to anything they can get their mind around. Because at mile 23, whether its God or a magic chocolate egg-laying rabbit, you need all the help you can get.
Good Luck Runners
Its all become pretty detached though - I mean, the whole thing got twisted and somehow bunnies started laying eggs made of chocolate. Not to say that bunnies are bad.. or that religion is inherently good... its just all mixed up. Its all so distant that some might argue its easier to believe in a magic bunny than it is to believe in crosses, carpenters and angels.
Tomorrow is the Boston marathon. And for me, tomorrow will have more images of agony, pain and coming back from the dead than Easter ever has. That might seem blasphemous to some, but hey, this is a digital age. I'm going to take a creative commons artistic license, and just let my metaphor be.
Religion talks about purity, peace of mind and devotion to a single cause. The runners tomorrow will fulfill each of those criteria, mile after painful mile. Regardless of pace or form, each will be so dedicated to their sole (soul?) purpose that they will go to the extremes of their ability to achieve their objective. In front of thousands of spectators, runners will bare it all, revealing far more truth than could be expected in confession. They will strip away any social masks to reveal the human animal that lives within us all, and use all that they are to make a pilgrimage to Boston.
Now I could end this with any number of clichés, comparing a runner's high to heavenly bliss... or the doldrums of hypoglycemia to the darkness of hell, but this is a blog post, not a t-shirt slogan. And, while there will be plenty of slogans to be seen on t-shirts tomorrow, the truth will be read from faces. There we will see the Easter sentiments in the flesh: The fast start, full of promise; the pain and suffering on heartbreak hill; the exultation of coming back from the brink.
You often hear athletes talking about God; a deity who has somehow become as wrapped up in touchdown dances and slam dunks as it has with chocolate eggs. Marathoners, however, are a different breed. The runners tomorrow will be praying to anything they can get their mind around. Because at mile 23, whether its God or a magic chocolate egg-laying rabbit, you need all the help you can get.
Good Luck Runners
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