My Heart Is In Boston

Monday p.m.: 5 mile run outside
Tuesday a.m. 4 mile treadmill run

As much as I don't want to write or think about the tragic bombing at the Boston Marathon, it doesn't seem right to talk or even think about anything else.

Fortunately, all of my friends that were there running and cheering are safe.

I continue to pray for those that are not, their friends and family.

I cannot even imagine what it was like to be there to witness.

#bostonmarathon #brokenheart

This morning, I stopped after 2.62 miles and said a prayer for all those affected.

And for the police, firemen, doctors and nurses.

And also to catch my breath from running hard and choking back tears.

 

When I don't know what else to do, I run.

It has been my safety net that picks me up when I am down.

It has been how I celebrate many things.

It is how I made new friends. 

I met HTB through running.

And of course, how he proposed.

The running community is strong.

Our will cannot be broken by such a senseless act, even if our hearts are.

Hug the ones you love and continue to pray for Boston.