For my love of running.

I'm a runner. I have been since I was 11 years old. I'm not the fastest, I'm not the best but still I am a runner. My runs are usually 5Ks with the occasional 10k. A few weeks ago a childhood friend of mine decided she'd fly into Dallas and we could run a 1/2 marathon together I'm very excited! Later that week little E had required reading about a boy and his family preparing for their moms big race. He asked when I was doing a race again (it's been a while). I explained my own big race plans and he got pretty excited. Then this past Monday my heart broke over Boston's Marathon bombing. How can people be so callous? Hearing of the hurt, the deaths, runners who've lost limbs its been just too much for my heart, my runners heart. Every time I see news footage I see my own family at my very first race. Z was only 5 and Little E was 4. Nick had them on the side lines pointing out at me as I crossed the finish line. Then we celebrated with complimentary beer, bagels, fruit and dancing. Not to mention the free carnival afterwards. It was a happy ending, not a nightmare. We stopped for dinner on our way home yesterday they had more news footage. I must of looked sad or disturbed cause Pops asked if he was going to have to change seats with me so I didn't have direct view of the television. I just can't shake the ill feeling or the sadness of it all. So I'll do what I can do and that's pray. Pray for the injured, the ones who lost their lives, the families, the ones responsible for the acts... they need the most prayer.

After our Warrior Dash Run.