This morning I was supposed to run a 5k by the beach with a few thousand people in support of the Marine Corps in Seaside, NJ at the Seaside Semper Five. Instead, this happened:
According to the news, a pipe bomb exploded near the 3/4 mile point at around 9:35, which, if the race started on time, would have put all of us exactly in harm’s way.
But, as luck would have it, the race was delayed because of a suspicious backpack that turned out to be a false alarm, so we had already been evacuated from the area.
Now we’re hearing about two more bombs wired to the first that luckily didn’t go off. We’re hearing that the FBI is investigating the whole thing. We want to know what happened, who’s responsible, why they did this. Eventually we’ll find out, and hopefully we’ll run the race again despite what some coward with some pipe bombs might want us to do.
But right now, I’m going to sit on the couch with my cats on my lap and have a big piece of cake for dinner.
I’m relieved that the race officials were so on top of their game and kept every single one of us safe. They deserve a huge thank you for doing that.
I’m thankful – beyond thankful, really – that luck was on our side today and everything happened the way it did.
But most of all, I’m angry. Angry that someone would find it necessary to harm a group of people – runners and spectators and babies in strollers and volunteers and combat injured veterans – that came out to support the MARSOC Foundation. It completely baffles me and frustrates me when I try to make sense of it.
Because it makes me feel like safety – even at a relatively small, local race on the Jersey Shore – is an illusion.
I’m sure I’ll get over it eventually but for now, I’m just going to stay here with my cats and eat my cake.