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Yesterday, January 18, the world over ran in honour of Meg Menzies, the young American mother who was killed by a drunk driver last Monday while out on a morning run. Everyone was talking about it, social media was aflutter with responses, and runners everywhere, every kind, were tagging their miles for the day. Heck, even Big Ring told me I had to run because apparently “Lance” told him via Twitter. SOURCE But unfortunately, I could not. Saturdays are generally not run days for me. It’s far too tough to squeeze in any miles with Big Ring working the day, but still, a year ago, even just a couple months ago, I would have for sure pushed my butt out the door, even if only for a quick three or four kilometres, to be a part of such a beautiful campaign. These days, though, I’m just not willing to brave

No time constraints. No one needing me at work. No one needing me at home. No pressure. Those were the absolutes I had staring me in the face as I went out for today’s run. I had initially planned a quick lunch run for today. I had even dressed in layers before heading to work with my running gear on under my professional wear – seriously, if I had a phone booth, I could have totally been like the running, female version of Clark Kent. Heck, I’m a newspaper journalist, I was wearing superhero tights, and all I needed to do was rip my clothes off and I was good to go. Super-RUN-Chick! But, a few obstacles got in the way. One of which, I forgot my lunch at home, and because I work more than an hour away, there was no going home to get it, which meant I had