Run, Forrest, Run

It’s a somber day at best as we wrestle with the type of person who places bombs at the end of one of the most prestigious running events in the world. As a runner, I can only imagine how quickly joy and exhilaration turned to terror and dismay, and I am brought to my knees. As a human being, seeing the bloody photographs and knowing, amongst others, that a little 8 year old boy is dead, I am brought to tears. Prayers and blessings to all those affected and to our nation.

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Stay Vibrant!
Tonya

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