Today I learned that one of my friends, Dori Brown, passed away after a long battle with leukemia. If I'm completely honest, I didn't know her very well, but I consider her husband, Jim, a friend and fellow runner. We had coached our sons' third and fourth grade basketball team together, and in that time, I got to know him. My lovely wife knew Dori better than me, personally and through mutual friends. After my wife told me about Dori's passing, I did a quick, hard hill workout. This was on the schedule for today, but after hearing the news, my heart wasn't really in it. I had hoped that the run would help burn out the sadness and anger I was feeling, but it didn't. Now I just feel tired physically as well as emotionally. As runners, we're often said to be running to or running away from things, be it a finish line, weight loss, better health, addictions, life problems, or just sadness. There are no words to express the amount of injustice I feel has been laid at the Brown's doorstep, and despite the number of miles I run, those miles won't change the fact that a family is now without their wife and mother and a community is without a good and kind soul. My thoughts and prayers go out to my friends along with the thoughts and prayers of everyone else that they know and have touched throughout their lives with their kindness. If you know the Browns, you can pass along your sympathies and condolences at Run For Dori and find out information about the services as well. Thanks.