Some days are harder than others

I have a confession to make.  I know, our second date and I have a confession to make already.  Here goes, I didn't want to get out of bed this morning.  I didn't want to run, I didn't want to do anything.  I was scowling for most of the day, and I couldn't shake that feeling of being unsatisfied.  My run was amazing and wonderful and I couldn't be more upset with how I felt about it.  It was like nothing could get me out of this funk.
Just a pretty road where I like to run

For the run itself, I as pleased.  We ran, it was a great run as far as how I think I did.  My mind however, was ablaze with so much whirling through it, I didn't even hear the music playing in my ears.  I keep thinking about the ones who dedicate their runs to those who can't run.  And for whatever reason, I had seen a preview for a movie about to be released, Detroit.  It deals with the riots in 1967 Detroit and watching it started me thinking about some of the injustices that befall so many people.  I started to think about what the word terrorist means to me.  I thought about how much fear must have been going through the head of the first person who was a victim of the KKK and sheer terror of what that person's family must have felt, and I thought, its been going on long before that.  I then put my mind back to what the family of the first man who had become a victim of terrorism when the Europeans came here to claim this land for Queen and Country.
So mad at the ducks and they don't know how mad I am!

Our country has been dealing with domestic terrorism since before it came into being.  With that thought in mind, I have decided to dedicate my miles to those who lost their lives to domestic terrorism.  It's out there and it's ugly and it continues every day.  I was lost in my run.  I walked a little more than I wanted to, but, I kept going.  Instead of turning around my normal spot, I kept going a little more.  I was loving that I would be going a little further than I had planned.  All the while, my body kept trucking along, my mind would not ease up on these thoughts of millions of people.  How can I break up the  lives into manageable dedicated pieces I wondered.  I am not sure how I will break up this dedication, but I will do it.
Watering the lawn in the light of the dawn

The tall pines

The run ended and we got home.  I was still in a funk and I was not in a mood to be messed with.  I was just pissed.  The day passed and I managed to get through it without incident.  I know that the night has come and I will soon be wrapped in the arms of my love to dream of the ocean.  Tomorrow will come and I will again lace up my shoes and get out there.
Day two done

We are not amused.

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