I feel a kinship with my fellow runners, so when I learned of the bombings at the Boston Marathon, it was as if it had happened in my own community.  It makes my gut ache to think about the runners who were killed or severely injured doing something they loved to do.

Like writing, it takes a lot of guts and dedication and to be a runner.  And it takes hard work to get better and better at it.  We may think, Why am I doing this to myself?  But after about two miles when that high sets in, all our doubts fade and we take the next step.

We do it to be stronger and healthier people, to cleanse our minds and bodies, and to see what we are made of.

Some of the greatest moments in my life have been in the middle of a race with thousands of runners and spectators around me.  I grieve for those runners and spectators in yesterday’s tragedy.  Love and prayers to the victims and their families.  And peace and compassion for the person, who was so filled with hate that he felt terror was his only choice.


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  1. This is a really nice post. Thanks for sharing.

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