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ribbon_boston-maraLast week was a tough week for me. The entire week was full of issues with sick kids (two got the flu). I worked on a blog entry three or four times throughout the week, but each time it just sounded like a list of complaints. Then, yesterday, I started feeling sick. I went to the doctor and found out that I have the flu as well. So…again I started to type a blog, but it certainly just sounded like a big whine. So, I stopped, laid down, and turned on the TV. A few minutes later I saw the news about Boston. Life changes in a second.

Since I first saw the news, I, like you I am sure, have been glued to the news. I cried at the news. I cried at the picture of the young boy who died. I cried at the news conference of the mother of the 29-year-old girl who died. I am stunned. Running is our raw innocence, emotion, and work ethic bottled into one purely positive activity. Running is simply getting back to our core. Running, to me, is often meditation. The fact that someone could take something so pure and turn it so wrong is undeniably one of the saddest and most grotesque things I can imagine. I am broken hearted.

This morning I was talking to a good friend about it, and she reminded me of something important. Those who do these terrible things are trying to cause pain. They are trying to divide us. Though they may cause hurt, they ultimately make us rally close together. They unite us in a common desire to defeat those who only want to bring pain. This terrorist has failed. Sadness will breed our continued determination.

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