legs.
At the Hyannis Half Marathon, two months before I ran the 2007 Boston Marathon Yesterday I watched in horror as the TV screen at our office showed live footage of the explosions at the Boston Marathon. I texted my cousin, who was running, and then I just sat in disbelief. Even though I was two miles away, safe in my office, and would return safely home (thanks to a friend giving me a ride so I could avoid the trains), it felt so close. My beautiful city stained with blood. The beautiful tradition of the race forever haunted. A beautiful day marked by terror. I went home and cried into Kevin's arms. And then we prayed for the families of the victims, for the city of Boston, for the first responders...and for the people who would no longer stand, walk, or run on their own two legs. Like many people, I was horrified to hear stories and see graphic images of people who had lost limbs in the explosion. But I couldn't help thinking about what would happen next for them. For...