But then Monday happened. And, as I laced up my running shoes to head out on a training run for my half marathon in June, I thought. I thought about how three people, ridiculously young, were never going to get to chance to choose to run again. Three people who were never going to get the chance to wander around my running hood, marveling at the beauty I get to run through every day, like I once did through theirs.
|Never get to watch the Olympic Mountains emerge on the skyline as they run over the bridge.|
|Never get to run past the red leafed bushes in spring at sunset.|
|Never get to run along the marina waterfront while the ferry comes in to dock.|
|Never get to share their love of running with their kids.|