#RUNFORBOSTON.

Today.....

I got sick to my stomach [again] realizing that our world continues to crumble at the hands of us, its people.

Rob sent me a text halfway through what was a furiously busy day, asking me if I'd heard about the explosion at the Boston Marathon. I hadn't had time so far today to so much as get out of my chair, let alone log on to facebook or any other media outlet for the overwhelming flood of feed related to what happened today.

When I did, I was rocked. I'm still speechless, and even now that the day is over, I can't bring myself to watch some of the video feeds that have been posted today, and the pictures are making me physically naseous.

This was the 117th Boston Marathon, dedicated specifically to the victims of Sandy Hook Elementary. From what I've read so far, there was an explosion near the finish line, and the casualties are mounting as more critically injured people are losing the fight for their lives. I'm sick. SICK to see this.

Please don't misinterpret me: I am not detracting from the gravity of any other violent act against innocent people, but for today, for BOSTON, for these people who invested themselves into not only a memorial cause, but into a grueling 26.2 mile race, my heart breaks. This is such an inspiring event in so many ways, and to see it thwarted by violence forces me to breathe deeply and remember that there are still good people in this world. As a runner, I could only hope one day to qualify for the Boston, and if I ever do, trust me, I'll be there.

I saw this one a friend's Instagram, captured originally from a Twitter page, and I had to share:

inspired.

That being said, I just signed up to donate tomorrow for the ARC. I suggest if you are willing and able, GO GIVE BLOOD!

** My thoughts, my prayers, my heartache ...everything... go out to Boston tonight. I absolutely cannot imagine the thrill of running the Boston Marathon [you have to qualify for that, folks], and be faced with that. I've caught glimpses of different antecdotes throughout the day from friends and family, posting their take on the events today. What fuels my faith in humanity is the resilience of people who rally together in the wake of tragedies like this. I'm still broken that these things come to the headlines so frequently, but I pray for the healing, peace and hope for those involved.

One last thing:

you. won't. stop. us.

Love others, and love yourselves, friends.
We shouldn't have to be reminded of that through tragedies like this, but if we're going to take anything away from it, let it be a positive thing.

xo | cmd

Dinsdag!

^ Bet you thought that was some sort of funky proclamation, eh? Nope. Well, look it up, if you must, and you'll be faintly disappointed that I'm really just a little bored. That's my itty bitty tribute to my sister for the day. [If you don't get it, don't worry 'bout it ;).. ]


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Anyhoot, happy birthday, Amelia Earhart! I hopped on Google this morning [I am slave to that thing] and borrowed this little tribute picture for her. I wonder.. just wonder.. if the day will come when the speculation will be forced to stop when someone discovers the proven remains of Miss Earhart and her plane. I'm sure it'll be one of those monumental moments in history that will be ironic in that she's probably nowhere near where we think she is now. Who knows. I'm no expert. :p

Anyway, I wanted to, on a more serious note, share something I found online and felt should be recognized. In the wake of the events from Friday in Colorado, someone compiled this. Just looking at it makes me so sad for the world in which we live, the people left behind to mourn the voids created by this one man, for James Holmes, and for the mass of lost people we so desperately seek to reach.

Without speculating, I can only say that I am at a complete loss of words for the pain, for the weight of missed moments and regret that inevitably weigh on the shoulders of the loved ones left behind - be they justified or not. My prayer for healing, endurance, but above all peace is just one of the millions being lifted up for these families, but it is there, and I mean every ounce of it from the bottom of my heart.

I believe in the sun | even when it's not shining. | I believe in love | even when I don't feel it. | And I believe in God | even when He is silent. || - BarlowGirl

Tragedy or no tragedy, it's never too late or too early to remind ourselves and the ones we love what love means. I have only had friends unfairly taken out of this world at what seemed like a premature time, but I take solace in knowing that it's not our time on which these things function, and within each painful moment there is a reason, a deeper meaning purposed to remind us of our fundamental purpose.

Things to think about.

I'm a bit scattered today. : /

I'll pick this back up tomorrow.

xo | cmd