|Obviously, I like to run in the middle of the night?|
I chose not to wear my Running for Sherry bib, but rather, put it on my treadmill where I could actually see it. I ran the first hour in silence in honor of her. Well, as silent as my treadmill is and as silent as I am when I'm huffing and puffing away. I ran because she cannot. I ran because she is still thought of. I ran because she touched lives. I ran because people still love her.
After a hour, my mind was done thinking and I turned on the tv. I got sucked into watching that Karate Kid movie with Will Smith's kid. It was um, "different." (that's used in Minnesota context-Minneotians will totally get it) Not really a fan of the movie-it's hard to like remakes when you're old enough to remember the original. Still, there were good lessons to be learned. Especially about how to treat people and how you choose kindness and goodness over being unkind. Good trumping evil. I watched until I got to mile fourteen. Well, actually until I got to mile fourteen and then did a cool down.
The afternoon consisted of a little lunch and loads of laundry ('cause my life is super glamorous that way) and then we were off to hang out at a local mexican restaurant with some friends. It was an awesome time and I'm reminded how blessed we are to have such great people in our lives. I think Sherry would have approved.