Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Inner Drive

RBR, 2012.

Ever since I decided to up the ante to a 10K at this year's annual River Bank Run, I've been going through my usual angst about not being a real runner, not being ready, worried about embarrassing myself with a poor finish.

Then the bombing at the Boston Marathon happened.

Suddenly, this race has taken on more significance. I'm running because I CAN. I'm running because an unknown someone out there doesn't want me to. There's nothing keeping me from that finish line, not even if I have to crawl to get there.

I dare you to stop me now.
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