I lived and worked in Boston for almost 20 years. I raised my kids there. It’s a great city with wonderful people. I love Boston.
I have been a runner for 39 years. I love the sport: getting out on terrain familiar and exotic, feeling the breeze, my pulse race, watching walkers, other runners, dogs with their owners. I love early-morning runs—before big cities awake, along country roads and forest trails as birds are seeking their breakfast, along wharves with fishermen stringing their nets. I can’t count the number of races and fun runs I’ve participated in. I’m not very competitive—never have been. I just like the crowds and the energy, the camaraderie, the loud music, and the t-shirts.
I never ran the iconic Boston Marathon. I ran one though: the Marine Corps. And I stood and watched the Boston Marathon runners with my family when they passed near my home in Newton on Patriot’s Day.
Like people around the world, I was stunned and appalled at the carnage in Boston on Monday. What a tragedy. How sad—and senseless.
Runners are inherently can-do, optimistic, and resilient folks. It seared my heart to see them killed, maimed, and emotionally traumatized. The horror of the bombings and the reactions in the aftermath revealed some of the best in people— in runners, spectators, and the local population: heroism, compassion, generosity. There is so much that is good, so much to be proud of in the human race. But then, there is evil.
-Alan J. Gelenberg, M.D.
Editor, Biological Therapies in Psychiatry
Shively/Tan Professor and Chair, Psychiatry, Penn State University
Editor-in-Chief, Journal of Clinical Psychiatry