5/30/17

Half marathon.

A year ago, one of my best friends lost her uncle, a police officer, in a shooting during a routine traffic stop. From what I understand - from conversations with Jessi and from the impact that the loss had on his family, friends and community - he was a great guy, full of life and humor and committed to working for justice and goodness.

At his funeral last year, Jessi decided she'd run this Boston half marathon in his honor, and in solidarity, Rachel and I said we'd run alongside her. To run 13 miles is a small thing, next to the sacrifices that servicemen and women make daily to protect our homes, our neighborhoods, our freedoms and this country that we love. But our lives are made up of small things, and we were so honored to run our first half marathon in celebration of those worth remembering, those who have chosen to live out their convictions.

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