This was supposed to be a rest weekend; however, when a fellow runner shared with me this Facebook campaign, I knew I had to get some miles in for Meg.
"Meg Cross Menzies was tragically killed by a drunk driver while out for her morning run on January 13, 2014. As an avid runner, member of the Richmond Road Runners Club, and Boston marathoner, she was a member of the running family nationwide. In her honor, our hope is to raise awareness of drunk driving, texting and driving, and overall safety of runners and cyclists everywhere."
This Saturday, January 18, 2014, no matter what your distance, no matter where you live, run for Meg. Take in the fresh air, be aware of your surroundings, keep your headphones on low, feel the heaviness in your lungs, the soreness in your legs, and be grateful for it--for all of it. The sweat, the pain, the wind, the cold…everything. Be grateful for that moment.
Feel free to post pictures of yourself pre-run or post-run, post your distance, post your thoughts, prayers, condolences with the hashtag #megsmiles. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook. Let all runners unite together and remember the loss of a beautiful spirit. It's not a coincidence the hashtag reads either "Meg's Miles" or "Meg Smiles." She will be smiling on all of us forevermore."
Although I never met Meg, I could relate to her. She was in her early thirties, a mother of three young boys with a deep love of running. This morning I thought of her and how she tragically died doing what she loved - what we as a running community love - and I thought of how lucky I was and I how I take sooo many things for granted. It's so easy to get caught up in the every day of things that you don't realize that this could be the day.
Meg passed away last Monday morning. Monday mornings are my long run days but I was feeling sick this Monday. Things were beyond hectic getting the kids up and ready for school and us all out the door. My husband gave me a hurried kiss goodbye and shouted "I love you" as he was running down the stairs. My daughter's hair didn't get put into a pony tail. My son barely made it to the bus stop and I didn't even get to kiss him goodbye before he got on the bus. What if that was my day? Nothing is guaranteed. Nothing. Embrace the moments you have.
Meg passed away last Monday morning. Monday mornings are my long run days but I was feeling sick this Monday. Things were beyond hectic getting the kids up and ready for school and us all out the door. My husband gave me a hurried kiss goodbye and shouted "I love you" as he was running down the stairs. My daughter's hair didn't get put into a pony tail. My son barely made it to the bus stop and I didn't even get to kiss him goodbye before he got on the bus. What if that was my day? Nothing is guaranteed. Nothing. Embrace the moments you have.
Today's run was in memory of Meg. I ran five miles...one for each of her boys and one for each of my two children. #megsmiles
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