My friend Shar Anderson died this week. She was only 56. Shar was diagnosed with cancer just 3 months ago. 3 months and this vibrant, strong, wonderful woman is gone. I’m still struggling with it. The fragility of life. The cruelty of life. The utter random unfairness of life.
In January of 2000 Shar started out on the adventure of a lifetime. She was one of the Odessey 2000 riders. Shar spent that entire year riding her bike around the world. She did 18,000 miles in one year. In 50 countries, in every kind of weather, and on roads that varied from Germany perfection to African rubble Shar never got a single flat tire. Amazing but true.
I met Shar shortly after she returned in 2001. While on her trip Shar was in Austria and witnessed the Ironman there. She decided she would do one when she got home and signed up for Ironman Lake Placid. She needed to learn about triathlons (having never done one) so she joined my tri club. Shar quickly became a regular member of my training group and an active member of IITC. If something needed done, Shar was always there helping out, doing whatever she was asked, and smiling all the way.
Just about 2 weeks before IMLP, Shar had a minor bike crash and fractured her wrist. She was not about to let that stop her so she swam with a brace on her wrist. It must have been very painful, but Shar never complained. She finished that Ironman and several more since, with a smile.
Shar never owned a bike before she was 40. Prior to that she was a wife and mom. Her childhood did not include sports or other typical kid activities. Shar made up for lost time. After her marriage ended and her boys were grown, Shar really started to live. She ran marathons and ultras. She is a Western States 100 and Angeles Crest 100 finisher. She rode her bike across the US unsupported. Then her year riding around the world, many Ironman race, and many other adventures. Early in 2005 Shar became one of 3 people known to have bicycled on every continent.
In June Shar went with us to IMCDA. She was there to cheer for her teammates and be our sherpa. After the race, all of our gear was back at the house. That was nice. The next week Shar was to have knee surgery. She felt ill and told her doctor she thought she had a fever. The doctor ran some tests and thats when the world fell apart. Shar had advanced cancer of the liver. The prognosis was not good. The doctor gave her 2-10 months.
Shar made plans. She spent time with everyone she knew. She set her afairs in order. She told us not to worry, her faith was strong. She was prepared for whatever God had planned. She stayed around for the birth of her first grandchild and then she went to her reward.
I am not a person of faith. Its just not something I have in me. Today I hope that I am wrong and Shar is right.
Shar taught me that life is an adventure. Doing great things and facing new challenges is a gift. No goal is too high, no distance too vast, no fear too great. I will take what Shar has taught me. I will go further, go higher, go faster, go longer, than I believe I can now. I will live as if I am never going to die and I will think of my friend Shar.
Thanks for listening,
Gary Mc