If you hadn't already heard, Sherry Arnold went out for a run early one morning in January near her home in Montana and never came back. She was murdered. Today was the day Sherry's cousin from Shut Up and Run planned a virtual run for anyone, anywhere in the world, that wanted to join in.
It was an important reason to run. I have thought a great deal about Sherry over the past few weeks, ever since the news broke that a runner had gone missing. Unfortunately, I was too wrapped up in my own internal drama today to focus on why I was running in my "Running for Sherry" bib today.
I thought I had a a long run on my training schedule for this weekend, so I decided to do it today, as my plan was to run for Sherry with a group of gals I had met online. Usually I do my long runs on Sunday, but what the heck, I'm a wild and crazy girl, so I would do it on Saturday. I scheduled a few things around this run today and was ready to go. I got up early, I dressed all cute in purple, pinned on my Running for Sherry race bib and drove across town to the meeting place for the group run. I got there early and stretched, did my jumping jacks and lunges while I waited, I was ready! And then the meeting time came and went. And then I walked around freezing my butt off. And then ten minutes went by and I thought I must be mistaken, so I went to my car and checked the info on my phone, nope, I was at the right spot. I sat in my car warming up, watching for other group members. Finally I went back over to the spot and I hear someone calling me. It was the group. Somehow, every single person met in a different spot . . . . except for me.
Okay, okay, I was freezing, everything was starting late, everyone met in a different spot than me, I assume everyone must have already said hi and nice to see you to each other, let's take our cute group shot, etc etc . . . but it would be fine. I had found them and we could finally run. Everyone else knew each other. Everyone had a buddy, everyone had their pace and I was concerned before the run that no one would be running my pace . . . and no one was. Most of the group took off and once I realized I would be running alone I stopped to pull out my ipod. Unfortunately, by that point, I felt so bummed and let down by the group run that now wasn't, that not even music helped me get in to a groove. I turned around and took a rough spin through the park before heading back to my car, mentally kicking myself over and over for ditching my regular running partner (since he is well, a he, and the group is a women's running group) and turning down an invite from my running group to do a Valentine's Day Dash so that I could meet for this run. I couldn't get in to my groove at all and it didn't help that my hamstring was bugging me.
I got home and told my family how disappointed I was and how I was hoping to meet new friends and have a really great time and it didn't go at all how I had envisioned it would. I just felt very left out. Iris said to me "I feel like that a lot, too". To be honest, the feeling is all too familiar to me and is something that has happened to me over and over since I was young and it's not the end of the world, but it is disappointing. It's funny, I look at my girls, and I see how Iris is so much like me. More shy and has more difficulty fitting in and making friends. And Eloise is more the opposite-- she jumps right in and makes her presence known no matter what. It is amazing how people really are just born the way they are!
Anyways, I will hop right back in to my training tomorrow, with Sherry on my mind . . . . and vow to never again ditch my running besties.