Today is the day to run/walk/skate/dance/paddle/bi
ke/boogie/move to honor Sherry Arnold, the wife, mother, teacher, runner, and so much more woman in Montana who went out for a run one morning and never came home. While authorities believe they know what happened, and have suspects in custody, they have not yet found Sherry to bring her home.
I blogged about this virtual run previously:
Today is the day. The folks in Sherry's hometown did their honor run this morning at 9 a.m. Montana time. I ran, with my bib for Sherry, this morning at 9 a.m. local time with my Galloway Tribe. I snapped a picture of Sherry's bib before leaving today.
It's a blurry Blackberry pic, but you get the idea I hope. The 5 mi run with the Tribe today was one of the roughest runs I've ever had. Thursday evening and all day Friday I went off the Spark-grid and ate too many things I shouldn't have, and didn't track it. There's no hiding it or faking it from the body though, you know? I was dehydrated, not well fueled, over-stuffed and basically miserable the whole way.
I just kept thinking it was a wonderful run, though, because I was running. I could run. I can run tomorrow, and next week, and whenever I want. I'm fortunate to have this life and to live it well. I finished the run, and I loved seeing so many people, strangers, wearing the same Running for Sherry bib as they ran and walked by.
While I'm typing this, I'm eating a greek yogurt with a tbsp of nestle quik and a bit of sugar-free hazelnut syrup in it and it is divine. I've found a new delish post-run snack! Later we're going to pick up our Fanconi Valentine's 5K packets, and do some other errands. I'll be taking Sherry with me everywhere I go. I didn't know her personally, but she is every runner.
She is each of us. Be safe, my Spark-family.