September 11
I read a nice article last week about how writing the Portraits of Grief that the New York Times ran after September 11 affected one of the journalists. She wrote:
“The profiles were about love – not the usual subject of daily newspapers – and that is probably why the project is still remembered with such intensity and affection”
That sounds about right to me.
I ran a trail half-marathon this morning. It wasn’t one of my better races. I was undertrained for the extremely hilly course, I probably started a bit too fast, and I took a couple of nasty spills and more near-misses than I can count. By mile 10 or so, I was tired and hurting. At this point in races, I usually ask myself “ok, why exactly am I doing this?” But I knew why I was running this race. Because I’m alive and healthy and I can run is reason enough.
