Today I ran 5.66 miles or 9.11 km in order to commemorate
the September 11th attacks. It is hard, in a way, to believe it was
12 years ago. So much has happened, but yet it is still fresh (although a bit
fuzzy) in my memory. I guess that is what happens when one gets older?
It was a good run overall and definitely a good thinking one
too. At about mile 4, however, there was a car that somehow spun out just
behind me! It was kind of freaky because the topic of loss had been on my mine
for most of the run and well if it had not have been such a good run; it is
possible that car could have hit me. Regardless of the world of what-ifs, it
made me realize that I was running not to remember some horrific event but
running because I could run, in a
sense to celebrate that I could.
Because of the heartache, pain, suffering, and loss thousands of my fellow
Americans have encountered in just the last twelve years fighting for the
United States I can just simply go out for a run.
This realization is more motivating to get out the door than
any dreams of sub-24 5k or losing weight or anything like that.
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