Being slow

Today was not a great day for our country. 2 bombs went off at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Those runners (and the spectators watching them) are part of the running community - a community I'm thankful to consider myself to be a part of, even though I will never be fast enough to run in Boston (unless I'm still running when I'm 90...I probably shouldn't say never). Sometimes I hate being slow. But not today. Today I'm thankful that I was 2,300 miles away from the Boston marathon. I'm thankful that I was not crossing the finish line when those bombs went off. I'm thankful I am safe. And my heart breaks for those who were not safe.