My earliest memories of running are my Uncle Jerry picking me up from my parents house and taking me over to the local park to run what felt like 10 but was really just a mile as fast as I could. I never told him but one time I managed to run so hard with him, I blacked out (oops!) And later on in life as I got into coaching I would always get a random phone call asking “Hey kid, how are you doing? how’s the team? still enjoying it?” This week we said good bye to my Uncle Jerry and like so many in our family, I will miss him. I will keep the memories of those car rides tucked away in my heart. I will miss the phone calls checking in if for nothing simply just to ask how things were going and I’m grateful he passed along his passion for running and coaching.