On Veteran's Day, last Tuesday, I ran 13.1 miles, by myself, no formal race, to honor those who gave the ultimate sacrifice, whose lives were cut short and are not here to run, as well as to honor those who served and came back physically and/or mentally challenged and can no longer just go out for a long run. I ran to honor all those who have served over the years, in all our past wars. You see, I did it because I could. Though 13.1 miles is no easy thing, it was easy enough for me. The discomfort was nothing compared to what our service men and women have endured.
Before I left in the morning, this was the sunrise I saw. I walked towards the fields for a better look. As I gazed out at this beautiful view, I was also thinking about the Veterans who were never able to come home and appreciate a beautiful view like this, or those who came home whose bodies and spirits were broken.
As I ran, I saw a small patch of trees still vibrant with fall colors.
Before I left in the morning, this was the sunrise I saw. I walked towards the fields for a better look. As I gazed out at this beautiful view, I was also thinking about the Veterans who were never able to come home and appreciate a beautiful view like this, or those who came home whose bodies and spirits were broken.
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