This is what I’ll be doing tomorrow. For the third year in a row:
You can read Sherry’s story HERE.
I’ve had many people ask if there would be a run for Sherry this year, especially those in Montana close to where Sherry lived. So, yes, while not a formal run, we will be running.
If you run tomorrow, maybe you could think of Sherry. When the last few miles of my long run begin to feel tough, I know that I can be tougher. Nothing could ever be as tough as what Sherry endured that day and what her family and friends continue to endure.
I will run in Sherry’s memory. I do whenever I run. But I will also run for:
I hate that bad things happen to people. We all do. I can’t make sense of such things, but I can learn the lesson. The lesson is to not take anyone or anything for granted. The lesson is to live life fearlessly. The lesson is to keep memories alive. The lesson is that we are all going to die and we need to think about how we live our lives today and if it is something we can be proud of. What memories will we leave? What do we hope people will remember?
Sherry’s mom gave this to me at her funeral.
I like to think of her all sassy in high school wearing this.
I just might wear it tomorrow.