B.B.

I'm going to ask that you indulge me for a moment. I'm not writing about running or fitness or races or pants today. There's a story in the news that I can't get out of my head. You're probably aware of it. Back in June, the body of a 2 1/2 year girl was found washed up on Deer Island. It's taken months, but investigators have finally been able to identify her. Baby Doe has a name--Bella-- and though the public doesn't know the details yet, we have learned that this little girl was murdered, and that both her mom and her mom's boyfriend have been arrested. I am sad. And angry. Really angry. Baby Bella deserved more than this.

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Hi Bella,

We haven't met, but I have been seeing your face and hearing your story for the past few months. I've been thinking about you a lot, too, especially in the last few days. I actually grew up in an area not far from where they found you. I drive through the neighborhood in which you lived almost every day on my way to work. I always thought that if I ever had a daughter, I would name her Isabella. She would be a Bella, like you.
What happened to you makes me sad, really sad. You were probably scared and confused. You may have felt pain. I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry you won't get to grow up in a city that loves you so much.  Mostly I'm sorry that the adults in your life, the very people whose job it was to keep you safe, failed you. You deserved so much more.

Rest in peace, Baby Bella.

Love,
L.

I AM

I'm a runner, but I'm slow.

I'm a runner, but not a real runner.

I'm a runner, but I don't run every day.

I'm a runner, but sometimes I take walk breaks.

I'm a runner, but I only run for short distances.

I'm a runner, but sometimes I avoid the hills.


I'm a runner, but I don't like to run in the heat.

I'm a runner, but I'm always at the back of the pack.

I'm a runner, but I don't look like one.

I'm a runner. Period.