My heart goes out to everyone in Boston tonight. It's strange to think that just a few hours ago, as I watched the elites this morning, I felt happier than I have since fracturing my pelvis- the runners' endorphins were somehow mine, and I felt as if I was running with them. That same joy is now sadness; some say running is a solitary sport, but I'd beg to differ. Runners share a special bond and have a strong sense of community, never more evident than during a marathon. Runners are family and we're all in this together. Love and prayers to my family in Boston.