Our move began 55 days ago.
FUN FACTS since then:
I traveled over 4,300 miles.
I ran with 15+ friends.
I still am not in my new home.
I haven't slept in my own bed for 55 days.
I have lived out of suitcases for 55 days.
I have slept on an air mattress for 16 of those nights.
I raced in 2 half marathons and a 5k.
I have ran over 210 miles and biked over 45 miles.
I have ran in 16 states.
Running in Southeast Alaska has been pretty amazing so far. It rains often (okay, most the time) and it's a nice consistent 50-60(ish) degrees. I don't have to worry about waking up insanely early to beat the summer heat. In fact, I can wait until midday and still feel nice and cool. I don't remember the last time I had to apply sunscreen due to the almost constant fog that hovers over us. My once rarely used running jacket has become my favorite piece of running apparel. It's just the right amount of coverage for the weather here without being smothering. Instead of being passed by mostly vehicular traffic (like on Cape Cod) it seems like pedestrians rule the land here.
I've had the opportunity to explore the trails a few times. Each time I've almost had to pinch myself. Everything feels, looks, and smells exotic to me. I can stop and graze on salmon berries and blueberries mid-run if I want. My mind is ever aware of the threat of bears and the need to be noisy so they won't want to wander my way. I am continually reminded of how lucky I am to have these experiences. As I stood at the top of a ridge the other day, after an arduous journey to the top, I was overcome with emotion. This is my life. I get to run across various states. I get to meet incredible people of rich character. I get to traipse through a rain forest. I am so lucky.
This move, this journey, has been long and stressful. However, I am thankful for these sometimes fleeting moments of clarity where I am simply thankful for it all.