For Anne.

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.