I'm truly heartbroken right now over what's happened in Boston...my mind is reeling from the days events and I can't stop feeling emotional about how senseless this all is. What should have been an joyous day for runners and their families has been taken away from them. As a fellow runner, there's a bond that exists even though I don't know these people personally. The only thing that gives me hope is the selfless reaction of all those who ran towards the explosions to help the injured, that are giving blood, those that are helping complete strangers. A bright spot in all this craziness and a reminder that there are way, way, way more good people in the world than bad.
Never have I ever wanted to lace up my shoes more than I do right now. Thoughts and prayers to all the victims and their families.
The Flight From Hell and I'm Running!! (sort of)
2 weeks ago