Bigger things


For the past month, I have been in serious mope mode. Healing from the surgery that removed my gall bladder. Mourning the fact that even though I ran a marathon just 2 months ago, I'm no longer even close to being in marathon shape. Pouting because I gained weight as a result of all of this.

Me, me, me, me. Wah, wah, wah, wah.

And then I read this:

Virtual Run for Sherry Arnold- February 11, 2012

On January 7, 2012, my cousin Sherry, age 43, left her house in the small town of Sidney, Montana at 6:30 a.m. for an early morning run. She didn’t always run in the morning because as a teacher, it was often difficult to fit in runs before she headed to Sidney High School to teach math. January 7 was a Saturday, however, and Sherry had a bit more time to spare. After her run she planned to meet her sister, Rhonda, and head out to their parent’s ranch a few miles outside of town. Her husband, Gary, had gone for a walk at 5:30 a.m. and when he returned home he could tell that Sherry had already left for her run because of the toothpaste splatters in the sink and a light that was on in the kitchen.

Sherry often ran within the town limits and January 7 was no exception. When Sherry did not come home later that morning, however, her husband began to worry. He called the police and a search ensued. By 3:00 p.m. hundreds of volunteers were searching for Sherry and only one clue had been found, Sherry’s right Brook’s running shoe.

My aunt called to tell me that “something bad had happened in Montana.” As the details unfolded, a weight sat in the pit of my stomach. I hoped for the best, but feared the worst. Please find her. Please bring her home.

For several days there was no sign of Sherry. On the seventh day, a tip was received on the FBI’s tip line that led to the arrest of two men, one in North Dakota and one in South Dakota. One of the men confessed to killing Sherry. She had been abducted at 6:40 a.m., only about a mile from her house.

Sherry’s body has not yet been found.

Sherry’s traumatic and heinous death has shocked, angered and saddened her small community. On a much larger scale, it has also rocked the running world from coast to coast and abroad. How could something so random, violent and senseless happen to someone so giving, someone loved by so many?

We have so many emotions. As mothers, runners, and teachers, we fear it could have been us. Our hearts break for her students, her family, her community. We feel things we don’t know how to express and we cry for someone who we have never met. We hope she did not suffer and we hope that she found peace in her final moments. The human connection often feels deepest during tragedy. These past three weeks this connection has been alive, pulsing and powerful. The goodness has poured out of each and every one of you, demonstrating that good overpowers evil.

And suddenly everything fell into perspective. I have been in a very selfish state of mind.

On Saturday, February 11, 2012, I will be running in Sherry's honor. I don't care if it's slow or ugly. I don't care because I'm not running for me. I'm running for her. For all runners.

The truth is that this is something that could happen to any of us. Me. My sister. My cousins. My girlfriends. We all run. And yes- at times, we all run alone. I refuse to run scared, so instead, I'll run knowing that bad things happen, and when they do, the whole running community joins together and reminds me that there is more good out there than evil.

I hope you all join me on the 11th. Rest in peace, my sister in sweat. I hope your spirit blesses my running shoes as I move through the streets in your honor.



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