9-11 is a day I will never forget, a day all of us never will. I wasn't running, it wasn't a part of my life. I was working with my father building a small guest house on a secluded lot in South County. It was a quiet day with nothing more than the noises of our hammers and saws. We received a phone call telling us that the World Trade Center had been struck by a plane. For the next several hours our hammers laid where they were dropped and my dad and I sat on the porch listening to the radio. It's day I will never forget. Our nation was punched right in the gut, innocent lives were lost, and my father and I had conversations that will stick in my head until the day I die.
It's hard to believe that tomorrow will mark the ten year anniversary of such a horrible event. Normally I can find a way to illustrate some type of correlation between events and my running, not with this one. It still makes me numb.
Tomorrow I plan on commemorating 9-11 by running a 10 miler through my neighborhood. Without trying I know I will reflect on how this event has changed my life, my outlook, and our country. I will be reminded of what I have and how grateful I am to have that chance. I will be reminded of how happy I am to be an American and that I can freely run through my town. I will be reminded that as much as people bitch and complain that WE are offered opportunities like no other place.
Make tomorrow count.
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