I don't know if any of you have heard or have been following the story of Sherry Arnold? 43 year old Mom that went out for a run at 6:30am and never returned. 5 days ago. From this little community in Montana of only 5000 people. They have found one of her running shoes in a ditch beside a "truck route."
The cold snippets of facts: one shoe.
Every day I have run since she has disappeared, I have asked myself, "What would cause me to lose one shoe?" There is no way I would ever take off my frigging shoe and wander away -- like one reporter on a news story suggested. Seriously, can you imagine falling down and getting disoriented and wandering away without your frigging shoe and not returning home. Man, for some reason this infuriates me. Probably because I feel so helpless about this. But it really PEES me off.
I make a point of not watching the news -- and the only reason I heard about Sherry's disappearance was because I clicked over to check out the blog Shut Up and Run. Sherry is her cousin.
This story is constantly in my mind. So many of my friends, including myself are dedicated runners/athletes. Going out for solo runs all the time. It's a part of our lifestyle. The idea that this could happen to one of my friends, a member of my family, even me is mind-numbing and surreal.
My prayers are with Sherry and her family.