The bandage came off and it is ugly.
And I had prepared (mentally) to talk how my friends argued that it was a cool scar and I countered that there is nothing cool about a hip replacement scar and how I was thinking about coming up with a better, cooler story for my scar than hip replacement when this morning I opened Huffington Post and saw the images of the survivors of the Boston Marathon bombing at the finish line and felt nothing but shame.
These runners, these survivors, they have been through so much and to be back at that place, with their scars and their running shoes and their messages of hope and inspiration shamed me and my silly worry about my silly scar.
It also made me feel incredibly proud to be a part of the global running community and has me more sure than ever that I will be back to running. Maybe not soon, but soon enough.