September 11th has become a day to remember...remember where you where, what you were doing, what you did after, how you coped with the images and thoughts.  Living in the NE in suburbia it is impossible not to know someone who was lost that day or a family who lost another family member, friend, or loved one.  

I ran this morning and even when my thoughts would start to stray to the more mundane (grocery lists, what the week would be like, what I needed to do when I got home) they kept coming back to this day--this calendar date.  It is important to remember.  It is important to be grateful.  I ran strong today and I did not give up when I felt tired.  I kept moving on.

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