Remembering the 2013 Boston Marathon
Jamestown’s Tim Cook, raising money for the Hole in the Wall Gang as part of the Boston Marathon’s charity program, ran the race on April 15, 2013, with his sister in law, Kristen Werner of Jamestown, and her father, Mark Werner of Minneapolis. Cook recalls how their race ended early:
“Kristen, Mark and I were just past mile 24 when the first bomb went off. With so many spectators cheering on both sides of the street where we were, we didn’t hear any explosion at all. Then I noticed someone running next to me was talking on their cell phone. I thought that was odd and only caught a few words from him, but I thought I’d heard him say ‘bomb’ and ‘stop the race.’ The three of us dismissed it. ‘There’s no way, that sounds crazy,’ we thought.
“Then I noticed that the police officers, which we had seen all along the way, had increased in number and were now leaning their heads toward their shoulder radios. I got nervous about what they were hearing or talking about. I had recently watched the movie ‘The Siege,’ a film about a wave of terrorist attacks in New York, so my mind went to all kinds of dark places. I wondered where the next explosion or explosions might come from. We kept running because, well, what else were we going to do? We ran for another 15 minutes or so until we were stopped at the corner of Commonwealth Avenue and Massachusetts Avenue. From that point, we would have turned right, run three blocks, turned left, and the finish line would have been in sight.
“The police standing around the fenced off intersection weren’t s converse sale aying much, just that we couldn’t go any further. Several people were upset and we didn’t really know why yet, and eventually other runners in the crowd who had gotten a phone call or text out told us what had happened. So many people were trying to call or text that the system was pretty well jammed.
“None of the three of us had brought our phones with us, so we borrowed other runners’ phones to try to text my wife, Lisa (who was pregnant) and mother in law, Debbie, who we’d just seen cheering us on back at mile 23. We knew our family members weren’t going to be at the finish, but we were concerned about finding them once we the police let us disperse. We were getting cold after having stood there for what felt like a half hour. People that lived near where we were stopped brought out trash bags for us to tear a converse sale neck hole and drape over ourselves like ponchos to keep warm. They brought pitchers of water and paper cups as well.
“We were told after some time to walk through the Commonwealth Avenue Mall, past the finish line several blocks over, and converse sale up past Copley Square to retrieve our checked bag from the buses. At that point, we walked for a few miles until we found a light rail line that w converse sale as running and made our way back to our hotel. Our family was already there waiting for us and we just stayed in the hotel, ordered pizza and tried to make sense of what felt so surreal to all of us.
“I felt cheated that I didn’t get to finish, but that feeling didn’t last long when I learned about what had happened to so many innocent people at the finish line. I didn’t feel like a had a right to be upset about it for their sake. I was envious of the runners who’d gotten their medals and had their moment passing under the banner, but I quickly suppressed that feeling out of respect for those who had much bigger problems to deal with than missing ribbons around their necks.”