At the beginning of January a mother runner disappeared during an early morning run.
The things nightmares are made of.
But today, that horrific tragedy brought hundreds, maybe even thousands of runners together.
We ran in honor of Sherry. We ran for her family. We ran for each other.
Runners all over the United States and perhaps the world dedicated their runs today to Sherry. I was able to get out this afternoon for a little over 4 miles.
While I ran, I prayed for Sherry's family. I prayed comfort for her children. Peace for her husband. I prayed for her students (she was a teacher) and her community.
I took a different route than I normally do. I wanted to shake things up and make sure I didn't zone out. I wanted to focus on why I was running. My route took me up a short but steep hill. I wanted to walk the last little bit. But I didn't. I pushed on through the hard, because I know that's what Sherry's family is doing right now.
Pushing on through the hard.
I am thankful for the running community, especially the mother runners. As a mostly solo runner, I am thankful for social media and the runners it connects me too.
My heart breaks over this story.
I am thankful I could run for Sherry today and I know for many miles to come I will think of her and pray for her family and friends.