I am sitting here reading through previous posts, most specifically the posts right before and after the Boston Marathon. For some reason the one from April 20th really hit me....and I started doing something I haven't done in quite some time...I started crying.
What is this strange emotion? Is it because I am stressed out about my final exam? Is it because I've had an exhausting week of work and it is only Wednesday? Or is it because I can finally call myself a marathon runner, even if I never run another one again.... Or is it because I've come so far personally? Something no one will ever take away from me.
I'm not sure why, but I have an overwhelming rush of emotions. The only thing that makes sense to me right now though, is to go for a run.
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Sometimes a good cry is just the ticket. But, um, a good drink with a good friend is usually a pretty awesome idea too :) Hint, hint.
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