I couldn’t let the day slip away without remembering Momma in some way. Today marks 8 years since she passed. While the hurt isn’t as heavy, I still think of her daily. I have her thank for getting me to run, even though it was by her passing that I decided to start. She LOVED running. Much more than I ever will. But each run I think about how I am blessed to still be here, be healthy, have two strong legs to run on – I know she would still be running if she could. So here’s to you Momma for raising me, loving me and getting me into the sport that you loved.