I feel like I can't write a post tonight. At least, not the kind I usually do.
For those of you who don't know, I live in Canada. We're only about 20 minutes from the Canada/US border, so today, like many days before, my family and I headed "over the river" in search of good bargains. Oh yes, and a meal at the Olive Garden. Can't get any better than that.
Overall, we had a good day. The kids were pretty good for the most part, and I found much of what I was looking for. The only thing odd about our outing was that we were asked MANY more security questions than usual at the border during our return trip - including asking if we were carrying any weapons. Compared to what we are usually asked, it seemed strange.
But then, we got home and turned on the news. And it all made sense.
Which is why I can't blog tonight like I normally do. Because anything that I would write about seems so absolutely trivial compared to the events that transpired in Boston.
No, I can't whine about weight loss tonight. Not when a mother lost her child; not when others lost their lives; not when many lost limbs, and even more lost their sense of security. The size of my waist simply does not matter tonight.
My sister's friend (and my sometimes-running mentor) was attending the Boston Marathon. He is fortunately safe. But many, many are not. And my heart feels broken for those shattered families.
There are times when Canada and America are at odds with each other. When we are each other's worst critic, and we bicker like jealous siblings. But at times like this, our differences are meaningless.
I wish that I had something thought-provoking and moving to say about this tragedy. But I don't. I'm sad, and I'm angry, and I'm scared. So I will end this post by saying that I hope my American readers- and their family members - are all warm and safe and together tonight.
And also...God Bless America.