Tax day. If you asked me yesterday in the morning what I would have journaled about, I would have said about my dread of the tax day. But by the end of the day, my focused had changed. No longer was I worried about taxes. Now I wondered about the Boston Marathon and all those people injured. Or worst... those that were killed. I have feared running...can I finish, did I train enough, am I going to be the last one in? But never, never in a million years would I have thought "Am I going to die?"
And I still won't. I am a fighter I am an American and we know no fear but fear of The Lord. NO other shall control me. So tomorrow I will run for Boston. I will do my best to represent...no matter how slow or how short...I will run the race that is set before me.
No one will take that from us. Let the media speak of fear but we speak of hope and strength. I will run today with Boston on my mind.