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yesterday

There’s very little I can say about what happened yesterday afternoon at the Boston Marathon that hasn’t already been said by many, many, many people much more eloquent and articulate than me.  I hate that what should be one of the year’s best days in Boston was marred by this madness; I can’t look at the photo of Martin Richard without tearing up thinking about this senseless loss of life and the injuries to his mother and sister and what his father must be going through; and I am terribly sad for the runners whose celebration and achievement was overshadowed by those assholes.  But, then there are the stories and images of the first responders who rushed to the scene and the unexpected heroes and helpers and other selfless givers, and those stories give me hope and remind me of the strong community that surrounds all of us and rises up to meet any challenge.  And finally, selfishly (but unapologetically), I’m thankful that everyone I know is safe and uninjured.

I ran this morning, like I do just about every Tuesday morning, in the Santa Monica mountains.  It was a beautiful, clear morning and the sunrise was amazing.  Dom took the below photo at the top of “Sherman’s Peak” on Rivas Ridge.  The views were incredible. Even though I was by myself for the second half of my run, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much running and the running community means to me.  It’s for mornings like this that I run.