Grateful.

Today as I was running, about 1 & 1/4 miles into my 5 mile run, I got a side stitch. As I slowed down to almost a walking pace I thought to myself, "this has to be the worst thing ever." I walked for the rest of the song I was listening to and when I got to a street that I had to cross the light was green so I began running again. The side stitch went away and as I continued on with my run I realized how stupid that sounded. How selfish and lucky of me to think that a side stitch is the worst thing ever when the night before last 12 people were shot dead at the movies.

At the movies. Who does this? I have been trying to wrap my head around how someone could possibly be that out of touch with people, humanity, life (I don't know) to do something so inhumane. Where does this come from? Have there always been mass murder shooting sprees or is this something new to the 20th/21st century?

I've become almost obsessed with thinking about this story, then something too real hits me and I need to stop. Early reports yesterday stated that there was a small child, I think around 6 years old, who was carried out of the theater. She was described as lifeless, there were reports that a witness saw bullet holes in this child's back. I cannot think about this. I haven't followed up on this report because I'm too afraid of it's reality and it will hurt too much.

Today I've learned two things while running: don't push myself too hard (to prevent the side stitches) and if a side stitch is the worst thing to happen to me? Then life is good.

So sorry to those affected by such a terrible tragedy.