Wednesday, August 7, 2013

I run because some cannot.

Many years ago, I met a friend at the Nike store on Newbury Street in Boston after work for a group run.  At the time (not sure if they still do it), the Nike store did group runs from the store.

Nike had Lynn Jennings (US Olympic runner) speak before the run.  She also led the group run which was along the Charles River.

One thing that Ms. Jennings said that night has stuck with me.  She said that whenever she had a choice between taking an escalator and stairs, she took the stairs.  Because she could.

She took the stairs because she could and because others don't have that choice.

In conjunction with a road race I am doing in the coming days, I am fundraising for an organization which benefits children (and adults) like my daughter Anna who have Spina Bifida.

If you would like to donate to the cause, please email me at idtripletsdad@gmail.com for information on how to donate.  (For privacy purposes I prefer not to put the information on the blog.)

If you don't know Anna through my postings or my wife Sarah's blog, she did a post today which illustrates one of the many challenges Anna faces.  Here is the link to  Sarah's post.

Thank you!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Steppin' Out With Adorable Triplet Girls

I'm not going to attempt to do a "catch-up" blog post.  My posts are much too infrequent and we've had a ton happen as family - mostly good stuff, fortunately.

Most of my followers follow Sarah as well.  If you don't follow Sarah's blog, head on over - you can get an idea of what my adorable daughters have been up to.

June was busy.  Last days of kindergarten, my job search, Sarah's work schedule, plus the girls had  two shows - dance and gymnastics.  Video cameras were not allowed at the actual recital, but I was able to capture one of their routines at the rehearsal:






Thursday, June 13, 2013

Cry babies.

Almost two months since I last posted!?  I shouldn't be that surprised...

Been working - on a project at the corporate office of a bank in Boston.  This is through a temporary agency so no benefits.  But a paycheck (albeit small).

Been running - a little, anyway.  Falmouth is less than 9 weeks away and I have some training to do!

Been feeling the love - Allie, Anna and Emily fill my basket.  EVERY DAY.  Hugs, kisses, laughs and smiles.  Times three.  It's awesome.

Been looking for permanent employment - exhausting, frustrating, and draining.  But necessary.

Been feeling proud - of my girls.  Their work in school.  Their dance recital.  Their gymnastics show.

Been stressed - Sarah's work has been unbelievably taxing (no pun intended) on her. And us.

Been crying - tears of joy and sadness.  Abigail's birthday was last week.

Been thinking how the cries of a baby have taken on a whole new meaning to me.  How it hurts so bad that we never heard Abigail cry.


Friday, April 26, 2013

I'm So Sorry.

Eleven days have passed since the Boston Marathon bombings and today was the first day since the attackers were captured that I had the opportunity to walk back to Boylston Street.

Not interested in the media craze nor spectacle of people, the draw for me was from within.

Out the building I went.  Cold today.  A breeze too.  Glad I wore my vest.

I should have some lunch before I go any further.  Rebecca's Cafe.  Some soup.

Found a seat at a small table with a partial view of Boylston Street.  Outside, against a building, rested several pieces of crowd-control fencing/barricades left from the marathon.  Other than that, people bustled by, going about their daily business (just a block form the marathon finish line).  I became quite reflective and thought about how events like the marathon bombings and Sandy Hook shootings can be supplanted every so subtly.

I want to visit the memorial.  I should go to the finish line also.

Four or five large media trucks lined Boylston Street at Copley Plaza (the site of the memorial). As I drew closer to the memorial site, my attention turned to the large number of items left there - flowers, hats, sneakers, notes, flags, shirts...

For the most part, the people moved about the memorial in silence.  Many were taking pictures or videos.  Everyone seemed to be reflecting.

I didn't think I'd become this emotional. As my eyes scanned the uncounted messages that had been written, tears started to form.

A hand-written message written by a child caught my eye.  It read:

I'm so sorry.
                  -Emma

So true, Emma.  So true.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Marathon Monday 2013.

Monday of last week started like many of the Patriot's Days have for me over the past ten years or so.

I was working in the Back Bay section of Boston.  This particular job happens to be a temporary consulting position.  The other two jobs I've held in the past ten years were permanent, but also in Back Bay.  I was an Accounting Manager for companies located in the John Hancock Tower and The Prudential Center - both with views of Boylston Street.

I have completed the Boston Marathon twice, but I haven't run Boston in over 10 years.  But, as the saying goes, once you run Boston, it never leaves you.  If I get an opportunity to be "part" of the marathon, I take it.  My part for the past ten years has been as a spectator - whether I watch it on television or whether I take a break from the office and walk down to Bolyston Street.

Last Monday, at about 12:30, I left my desk and walked down Clarendon Street to the corner of Bolyston Street and watched as the runners who had completed their 26.2 miles did their cooldown and walked in the direction of the Public Gardens and Boston Common.  They had just completed the premiere marathon in the world.

Before heading back to the office, I decided to try to get closer to the finish line.  This meant walking back up Clarendon and then taking a right toward the Boston Public Library.  I walked behind the library and started right on Exeter Street toward Boylston, but it was packed with people.  And there was no sun and it was chilly (even for April in Boston).  I decided to head back to the office.

I spent the next hour and a half or so preparing for a 3:00 meeting while also checking on marathon news via boston.com.  Sarah was keeping me up to date on Joey McIntyre's progress.  LOL.

In hindsight, I heard the explosion at 2:50 while at my desk.  But, at the time, I thought it was an 18 wheeler driving by on the nearby  Mass Pike.

While meeting with this individual, his phone was buzzing off the hook.  Then, at about 3:30, he said "excuse me, I need to check my phone." He turned to me and said there had been an explosion at the marathon.  That is when the talk and speculation started.

I returned to my desk to 6 missed calls, a voicemail, and an email from Sarah.  Having told Sarah that I would likely walk down to check things out at the marathon, she wanted to know I was okay. She was relieved to hear my voice when I called her @3:50 pm on Monday, April 15, 2013.  It was about one hour after the moment our city would be changed forever.

It has been a week since.  What a week.  Too much to digest.  Too many emotions.  Too many questions.  Although difficult to do, I have been trying to focus on the goodness over the evil.  MOST people are good.  Most humans are kind.  Most humans love.

The gentleman in the blue jacket below has been in charge of the finish line for the Boston Marathon for the past 17 years.  He was also my senior year high school homeroom teacher.  He is one of the countless individuals who reached out to help those in need last Monday.  Thank you God for the goodness in the world.

 ONE BOSTON