Tuesday, April 16, 2013

I Ran, I Cried.

My heart is heavy today. The truth is, I am angry. I am afraid. I am sad. The devastation at the Boston Marathon is unbelievable. When I think about the people who were there, I can't help but cry. The lives lost, the people injured, the worried loved ones, the medical staff, police officers, the residents there. My heart breaks for them all.

Last night, I was schedule to run a mile. I had a meeting run late and didn't get out of work until 6:30 p.m. My husband had dinner ready, so I stuck to my meal plan for the night. It was a warm day, one that I wasn't able to enjoy because I was in the office all day. My husband and I didn't check the news, or even turn on a t.v. We went out and enjoyed the nice night, on our bikes.

We rode our bikes to my moms house. It was there that we found out what had happened. The explosions at the Boston Marathon. My heart has been heavy since. The bike ride back home was different. I couldn't stop thinking of those who have been affected by this devastation.

I was scheduled to run a mile last night, but I wanted to do nothing more than sit on the couch and cry. I did let myself do that for a short time. It was at about 9:15 p.m. when I decided that I would run. I ran, I cried. I finished.

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