The memory mile

Rain. Clouds. 4.8 miles. Our group run started out like any other. And then came the memory mile at the finish.

I was alone for the last stretch after I found my pace group and we had a nice run along the waterfront.

I slowed to a jog to be able to read the names and see the faces smiling back at me on each of the honor or memorandum posters. Beautiful smiles on faces with sunken eyes, bald heads, or bandanna covered heads next to pictures of children and parents. Uncontrollable emotion swept over me. A lump in my throat, Todd's face flashed in my mind. Our girls. Life. I was so lucky. Scott jumped into my mind. Now my throat was closing and I could hardly get a breath. I had to stop and the tears came freely. I let out a sob. I was glad for the solitude of the moment.

I got my breath back, calmed myself, and finished my run.

What you do today is important because you exchange a day of your life for it. What a day.

Here's to you wolf slayer.
Go Team.