It rained for about four days straight and I didn't even try to run on Tuesday. And then came the day I'd been dreading. The day my little brother died. He fought stomach cancer for six months and early yesterday it won. I won't go into all my thoughts and memories here, but in summary, it's been tough.
I had a bad night on Wednesday, clearly, and went down for a nap early afternoon on Thursday. When I woke up the sun was shining, surprisingly, and even though it was cold I went out for a 6-mile run. There was no catharsis, clarity, closure, or anything close to that. It was just a few moments to get out and burn off some energy. That was enough.
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