Patriots' Day. The Boston Marathon

This weekend I ran 20 miles. And it was utterly exhausting, semi-painful, and difficult.

I can't imagine running 6.2 more and then dealing with explosives.

I was in Boston during September 11th. It was my freshmen year in college. I remember how they locked the city down: we didn't have classes, black jets soared over our campus, and various bomb threats were made at surrounding areas. It was awful. And now, on Patriots' Day, a day that brings the world together in Boston, we have not one but two bombs explode.

The time was 4:11. That's around the time that I hope to finish the NJ Marathon (probably around 4:30.) Absolutely terrifying. Just the average Joe. Possibly running his/her first marathon. Maybe even for charity. And then, this.

I've cheered for the marathoners in NYC. I've dreamt of one day getting a BQ (Boston Qualifier)--probably when I'm 80. This is such a great day in Boston, normally. One of my favorite memories of college. Cheering for those who put months of hardwork and dedication in for one single run. True optimists and symbols of inspiration. Gatsby's green light.

My thoughts and prayers are with those in Boston. I wish the world nothing but peace and happiness.