For the first mile, I ran in sadness. I ran for the three people that lost their lives. I ran for the hundreds of others who were injured. I ran for those who escaped uninjured, but with haunting memories they will never escape.
I ran to the top of Deal Hill, took in the view, and had a private moment of silence.
Then I continued on.
As my legs loosened up and my thoughts began to flow more freely, I changed my focus. I ran for the first responders, the brave individuals who disregarded their personal safety and ran toward the blasts to help others. I ran for the blood donors, whose generosity more than met the demand for blood in the hours after the bombs went off. I ran for the ordinary people who did extraordinary things to help others. I ran for these individuals who, after an act intended to cause fear, created hope, and whose actions warmed my heart.
I finished my run feeling lighter than I have in days.
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