As my BFF texted me from mile 24 of the Boston marathon yesterday the last thing I thought of would be what she texted me as she headed home. It's spring break for her kids and they annually cheer on the runners from the sidelines of the big race. She texted me videos and pictures of the elites and random runners teasing me that that could be me next year.

Then her text read "bomb, limbs lost, wtf". Not clear what she was saying I quickly googled the news since I was out walking the dogs. We become almost numb to the awful world we live in now and I immediately thought that something bad had happened At this major international event. Sure enough

I was glad my BFF and kids got home safely to their house in Saville Hill. She was shaken all day as the bombs went off near her office. And to make matters worse, her son knew the boy that was killed. Ironically they ran track together.

My running group gathered tonight to run for those victims in Boston tonight. I could not make it but tonight when I run I will be thinking of everyone. And run with a heavy heart

When I became a runner I was blown away at how nice and kind the running community truly is. Everyone encourages one another, is kind and really runners have this amazing strength. I'm so glad to be apart of this community.

As I approach the Toledo Marathon, whether I'm running the half or full I'm going to run a little differently. My naive, innocent thinking of just going for a run will be replaced with a cautious heart. But I won't stop.


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