So many thoughts I'm processing. Thoughts about the people hurt and killed, where I was when this awful tragedy occurred, the "what-ifs", my loved ones, my race, and what I've taken away from all of this. I think it is important for me to process my feelings through writing and telling my story and so I will...soon...maybe tonight. I also think that sharing our stories with each other is one way to to bring peace, healing and strength to our community. For now, here are some thoughts I posted earlier on Facebook in thinking about those runners that didn't get to finish before the explosions. They have a story of their own to tell as they experience the grief over this senseless violence in addition to not being able to finish their 26.2 mile journey from Hopkinton to the finish line in Boston. One they worked so hard for.