On the Response to Adversity
My consistency in blogging bears no lack of similarity with my consistency in running. I run much more than I blog, but I definitely spend more days, weeks, and months not running than running. "Couch suck" seems to kick in on a regular basis. My knee hurts...a little. My foot hurts...a lot. I sprained my back (being an idiot). Work is too hard. Family life is too busy. It's too early. It's too late. Every excuse seems valid at the time, every validation, however hollow, seems acceptable. Until yesterday. Until bombs set by as-yet-unnamed terrorists blew two holes in the crowd of spectators at the Boston Marathon and blew a huge hole in the heart of the running community. Blew a huge hole in my heart. I can't say that I have a personal connection to those killed or injured in the bombing or that I knew someone who was racing. Even if I had somehow been racing at Boston, my time would have been closer to 3:30 than t...