A year ago I was at the start line for the Steamboat Marathon. Pam and I had spent the spring training for the race. I had used the training to fill those big empty weeks of waiting for our referral. The race itself was one of the hardest marathons I’ve run. As I crossed the finish line amidst searing rain and wind (so cold!), I cried. Tears of relief that the race was over. All that pent up emotion from the weeks/months of training and waiting.
Fast forward a year and here I am again, at the start line. This marathon is different. I haven’t been able to get a real run in days. I’m up to my eyeballs in boxes. We are getting ready to start the race towards a cross country move. Everyone is on edge. We all just want to feel settled.
But this time I have my little baby with us. Who is grumpy and teething and so out of her routine right now. I have a feeling that when I get to the finish line in this race (ie finally getting in the Pilot and driving to FL), some tears will be shed. I’m thankful for Matt and the road trip he and I will be doing sans kids (LOVE Mimi for watching the kids so we don’t have to road trip with them). Tears are good. They help prepare and get ready for the next stage.
The few weeks after the Steamboat marathon last year were wonderful. And I’m sure the weeks after all this stress will be wonderful too. Just need to power through for now.
I was born in Jos, Nigeria many years ago. I spent the next nineteen years living in Liberia, Kenya and Ethiopia.
Moving is no joke. Just moving across town last summer about did me in. The lack of routine–that you touched on–is crazy for a family with young kids. I truly think it stretches you to the absolute limit and beyond. Hang in there. It will all be worth it. Living near/with family is a huge payoff, and just think… pretty soon you’ll be running at SEA LEVEL!!!!!