The Boston Marathon: All My Tears, All My Love
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Like a scar across someones face, the bombing will now be a part of the Boston Marathon, but also like a scar, we have to remember its only a part. If this bombing will always be a part of the Boston Marathon, then so is Katherine Switzer. I want to tell the story of Katherine Switzer because its about remembering the Boston Marathon as something more than the scene of a national tragedy.
Through 1966, women werent allowed to run the grueling 26-mile race. But in 1967, a woman by the name of Katherine Switzer registered as K.V. Switzer and, dressed in loose fitting sweats, took to the course. Five miles into the race, one of the marathon directors actually jumped off a truck to forcibly remove Switzer from the course, yelling: Get the hell out of my race! But the men running with her fought him off. For them, Katherine Switzer had every right to be there. For them, the Boston Marathon wasnʼt about exclusion or proving male supremacypitting boys against girls. It was about people running a race. Somehow Katherine Switzer kept her pace as this mayhem occurred all around her. As she said, I could feel my anger dissipating as the miles went by--you can't run and stay mad!
When the pictures from the marathon were transmitted across the globe, the world saw two opposing models of masculinity: the violence and paranoia of the marathon director vs. the strength and solidarity of the other male runners. And at the center of it all, the resolute focus of Katherine Switzer. In that moment, sports bridged the gender divide and gave the world a glimpse into what was possible. Today, Katherine Switzer says, When I go to the Boston Marathon now, I have wet shoulderswomen fall into my arms crying. They're weeping for joy because running has changed their lives. They feel they can do anything.
In 1967, Boston Marathon gave us all a glimpse of the possible. Today we saw not of the world wed aspire to live in, but the one we actually inhabit. Instead of the triumph of the individual amidst the powerful throngs and inspiration of the collective, we have tragedy, disarray, panic, and fear. Like a scar, it now marks us: the loss of security among the mass. But like a scar, we may need to wear it proudly. We will run next year because the alternative is too awful to contemplate.
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