I Run for Boston

As many of you know, I run in the mornings before work--but only in the spring and summer when it's warm and light enough outside. Today, I rolled over to look at the clock. Crap--I forgot to turn my alarm on! I should have already been out there. I jumped out of bed, threw on my running clothes (which I always set out the night before), brushed my teeth, and flew out the door. Because I'm motivated: I run for Boston. I run for Martin, and Krystle, and the Chinese grad student. I run for the 170 injured people whose lives will never be the same, many of whom now have bodies that will forever bear the scars of what the worst of human nature is capable of doing. I run for the thousands who were denied their dream of finishing that race because I know there is no feeling quite like crossing the finish line of a marathon. I run for everyone who set out for a day of celebration and had it turn into a tragedy no one will ever forget. I run because I never want the bad guys to win. So I forgot to turn my alarm clock on and might have been a little late for work, but I ran for Boston.