This morning, I was planning on taking it easy. Sleep in, lounge around, do some freelance work, attend a cookout, and possibly fit in a run.
Then I read Renee’s post.
And I laced up my shoes. It wasn’t my prettiest run, as my calves got tight and a stitch formed in my side about three-quarters of the way through. Yet, I was reminded of those who aren’t running for fun, but running for their lives. Running from bullets, knives, toxic chemicals. Not only running, but DYING so that I can enjoy this gorgeous day. I ran and remembered.