training week #11

running across brooklyn bridge this morning.
on mile 6.
the sun is starting to warm me; the morning chill is finally leaving.

it hits me.....september 11th.
i take it in.....they aren't there.
the towers.
the hole in the sky-line is not as noticeable now because i have adjusted, gotten used to it, and don't notice except in old movies that they are still there....that is jarring.

i had quite a few miles to be reflective this morning.
i still get gripped by the stories of people i know (or don't know) who were there/here.
those who weren't.
those who lost someone.
those who didn't.
those who were affected.
those who just remember.

it is a visible poignant memory in new york.
it is on all our fire trucks, stations, police cars, murals, stickers, t-shirts, postcards.

and yet, i had forgotten.
it wasn't until half-way through my run that i realized it was today.
in part, it has become part of the scenery, the backdrop of the city.
but what am i to reflect on? remember, exactly?

i remember the tragedy.
i remember the sadness.
i remember being gripped by sorrow & horror.
i am thankful for my brother who has fought.
i am thankful he is home safe.
i am thankful for safer streets.
i am thankful for safer airports (even though it really can be such a pain to take off my shoes every time....)
but i still get confused.

long run: 16 miles.
week total: 23
one speed workout, one short run.
missing stef!!!