Craig Durr


As interviewed by Amelia Durr, March 23, 2019

Craig Durr: In His Own Words

My name is Craig Durr I am 50 years old and in 2013 I was able to qualify for and ran the Boston marathon. At that point in time that would've made me 45.
I already finished as well as a bunch of my friends before the bombing took place and my hotel happened to be very close to the end of the marathon. So when I got to my hotel the bombs took place when I was in the elevator going up because I didn't necessarily hear it but I kind of remember something going off. And I got to my hotel room and realized in the background a lot of sirens outside my hotel room. I didn't really pay attention to it because it kind of became background noise until a friend of mine texted me. He was like “Craig I want to make sure, are you ok?” and I was like “What are you talking about, what’s going on.” And he was like “There was a bomb at the finish line” And all the sudden all those sirens became very focused in my mind, I could hear them all. And all the sudden I was like oh my god it’s going on, and I ran to my window and I looked out and just saw lot’s and lots of lights, ambulances and police cars taking place. And I could hear a lot of people moving away too. At that point in time what I did was this, started to call your stepmom kris but she was in a meeting at the time (She didn't know it was an emergency at the time) I left her a voicemail but I never got all the way through to her. So, what I wound up doing was calling the next person I could think of which was Jacque.
And at that point from my hotel I could walk and look up the road towards the finish line. I could see the tents, I could see he banners, but of course they had it all barricaded off. And I could see through and what I saw that were really eerie, because what I saw looked like a scene from a movie of the apocalypse. Well all the sudden you think people were there but they’re not because all you see is the trash and everything else blowing around. Like people were just dropping stuff and leaving and running. You can still see the booths and they’re still set up and still have there stuff in them and your like what's going on, it was just really, really eerie.
But I went back home and my flight was out the next day, I also finally spoke to your mom and everyone else, but that was my experience it became very isolated and very personally, limited in terms of who I saw and what I saw after.
The more that happens the more this event becomes more of a memory in my mind rather than in my heart or an experience. But I don't want to lose that idea that on many different levels people were trying to take away something very important to us and that myself, my friends, the city, and even the country said no your not gonna be able to take this away from us. I wanted to celebrate that I finished and that was an accomplishment that was very very well respected within the running community. I was not going to let this event take that away. My friends were all affected also, but we as a group came together and acknowledged the bad parts that happened but celebrated the good parts as well. As for the city of Boston they also recovered and moved forward. They said this is not the type of people we are, these people were not true Bostonians and these people were not true to what we want to represent to the world. We said this is awful what you did but we’re better than this and will rise above it