I did something today that I’ve done on countless Saturday mornings: I got up, left my sweet sleeping husband in our warm, comfortable bed, made my breakfast, drank a cup of coffee, kissed my kids and went for a run. Today was different. Different than any other day I’ve ever ran. Today I ran for someone other than myself. Today I ran for Meg Cross Menzies, to honor her, remember her and to be thankful. …
