'Running for Their Names:' A Marine mom's race to remember

'Running for Their Names:' A Marine mom's race to remember

By mile 16, my calves locked so tightly I thought I might have to quit. The pain came without warning. One moment I was moving steadily along the trail, focused on the rhythm of my steps, and the next my legs seized so sharply I had to slow to a painful shuffle. Also Read: RED Friday returns as combat deployments ramp upIt was early morning along the Idaho–Montana border, the trail winding beside the raging Clark Fork River as it thundered throu…