Thursday I found out that one of my former athletes (I coached high school track for six years) had passed away. Suicide. I think she was all of 20 years old. I cried. I was angry. I wish I had stayed in touch and wound have known she was in trouble. I would have at least tried to help. Friday I did what I could. I ran. I ran to remember the girls I loved as my own kids. I ran to get out the sadness and anger. I ran for Anne.