reversecommuter needs a day
I apologize but running the Boston Marathon, experiencing the bombing, and all the news has affected me deeper than I thought.
This is me at the 1/2 mark, hugging my daughter. Great moment.
I have two eight year olds, they should have been at the finish line but thankfully my husband runs perpetually late – and I will never criticize this trait ever again, but I just cannot stop thinking about the eight year old boy who was sitting in the stands, cheering on his dad.
I’ll be back. And it will be fashionable!