Helter Skelter

I wanted to run 4.15 "for Boston" yesterday but my ankle was killing me.  I ran the first mile, then took a break, used the bathroom, took pictures of the park.  Then I started running again, having decided I would do 2.62 instead.  My ankle hurt so much, I wanted to walk.  Out of nowhere, I had the thought "Some people don't have ankles anymore, suck it up!"  I gasped, loudly, almost a sob, and kept running.  I finished the 2.62 and hung my head, trying not to cry.

Monday, to put it bluntly, sucked.  Tuesday was the anniversary of the shootings at Va Tech. Yesterday, there was an explosion at a fertilizer plant in West, Texas.  Today....  today I'm just tired.  I'm PMSing, not sleeping well, my ankle is bothering me, and I am supposed to run my first ever half marathon in two weeks. I need....  something.  

Since there is no magic wand, instead I'll just watch two videos - one which has been a favorite of mine for awhile now, and one I just saw today.  

The First Gold

National Anthem sung by thousands in Boston

Next week will be better.  We will soldier on.  There is no finish line.