There are no words really.
For the first time in I don't know how many years, I couldn't find joy in my run. I didn't love every minute. Or a single minute.
I could only think about the devastating events at the Boston Marathon.
How unfair that this moment of triumph (something many people carry with them as a badge of what they can accomplish) should be forever marred with terror.
That these innocent bystanders should be hurt only for standing around, probably bored out of their minds, but nevertheless willingly, so that they could cheer their loved one on.
There are no words. My heart has never felt heavier on a run than this morning.
I'm sorry for all those affected.