Today I returned from a whirlwind road trip from Colorado to Iowa, via Omaha, Nebraska. All I can say after roughly 2,800 miles on the road, 13.1 of those miles spent running and yet another reminder of how blessed I am to have wonderful friends is I’m exhausted and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
It was the change in scenery, the miles put on the car, surviving a half-marathon I was entirely unsure about and being around running friends (with whom, you know, no subject is off limits) that put me right where I needed to be. I wasn’t sure about this trip, for many reasons. One, of course, being the running but also being so unsure of the steps I’ve been taking in other parts of my life. It turns out packing a lot into the last bit of Summer is just the thing to remind yourself that those steps, both running and otherwise, are inevitable.
And there’s nothing like being with people who accept you, your choices, and your bad jokes just the way they are to reassure you that by taking advantage of every minute, you are doing just the right thing. Because when I think about that inevitable “end” we all will reach one day, it will not matter that I ran slower than I should, or that I passed up a chance for promotion because it didn’t feel right or that I put off getting the carpets cleaned. Yes, all of those things might bother me, but it really doesn’t matter.
So after an all-too-fast weekend and keeping myself up late tonight to do homework that I just didn’t seem to get to before now, I can at least be assured of a few things: we really do only race one person, weekends and life go far too fast, and you shouldn’t wear a skirt in a cornfield.
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P.S. I am so sorry to my Minnesota and Iowa blogging friends. There was just no time for an extended visit. I totally think this should be in my life plans soon, though. Believe me, I need no excuse to meet strangers from the Internet. Heh.
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