On Friday night snow came to our area. Our running club had a run scheduled on Saturday morning and a youth baseball team pancake breakfast afterward. It was fun the previous year. I had volunteered to make the bibs for Sherry's Run. With the help of Office Max, they were done and ready to go. However, it got cold in Chicago on Friday night. Bitter cold. Through a flurry of texts on Friday night, several of us backed down from running on Saturday morning. Even I didn't want to run outside. I was disappointed, but with the aches and pains I've been having, running in the deep freeze didn't seem like a good idea. I had made arrangements to run on a local indoor track. T-shirt and capris sounded good to me.
The family slept in on Saturday. I had one of those sleep headaches from too much sleep rather than not enough sleep. It was something to savor, and made me think of Sherry. The family headed down to the pancake breakfast together. It wasn't all Leave It To Beaver. My youngest cried from the moment she got her pancakes, but I love that we get those times together. My oldest had to lay down she's eaten so much so fast. And my middle was a bottomless pit, eating more than my husband. They loved looking at the ambulance and the rescue boat. Family time. Relishing what I have.
The running club was there, many braving the cold. It was a sunny day, and until the wind picked up it looked perfect. I felt guilty for no getting my run in already. I had to keep an eye on my pancake count. The club did have a chance to take a picture with their bibs. Thank you GRC.
In the afternoon I ran with several other ladies from the running club on the indoor track. Originally we thought it was going to be 12 times around for a mile. No, 14. I didn't really have a plan. I thought I would max out at 10 miles. Just run. Run for Sherry. Run with Chris. Enjoy the run. Watch the hip. Feel it out.
|Chris, Me & Meechi|
|After 140 laps|
I'm not a fan of the wrinkle run. I'm a fan of the sit around and recover. Today, in the sunshine, I decided to run alone for Sherry outside. It was warmer. I worried about my body, but in the spirit of her run, I put in a few miles. The first two were fine, but the last mile was rough. Things tightened. I tried to adjust my gait. When the Garmin hit 3.1, I was done. As I came home to my adoring fans, who do still yell "Mommy!" when I walk in the door, I remember how blessed I am. I've foam rolled and iced. Tomorrow, I'll be sore. But I can run, so I did.
Rest in peace Sherry Arnold. From one mother teacher runner to another.