... my heart is bleeding, aching for Boston.
I used to run ... well, more like slog. As in slow jog.
But I've gone as much as 19 miles in a training run.
I had dreams of marathon
and I've done a number of 1/2 marathons.
I belonged to a couple of internet running groups ....
Dead Runners Society
where I became acquainted with the Penguins
and embraced them.
Some of the people with whom I've shared the road
have run Boston.
It's a big deal for the average runner to qualify.
It was never on my horizon,
but I loved reading the posts of my fellows
who were getting ready for the Big One.
I wish I stayed in touch.
I hope that those I have personally met
and shared water, beer and sweat ...
I hope they were no where near Boston today.
Boston, you are in my heart and prayers on this day.
And you are the reason for the tears that won't stop.