I am happy to report that I am recovered, rejuvenated and back to my "regular" self. I enjoy walking the dogs, cooking dinner, sleeping in my own bed, and being part of my family, again. It's all very odd, looking back, it feels like I was in a time-warp. Almost like it vanished. Yet, in my mind, the memories are my constant reminder of the great adventure I had. I relish them all, I cherish them all. I want to do it again. Yes, I can say that now - openly. I get all excited "inside" just thinking about it. Maybe, I'll bike it this time? With a little different route? Or go hike the Appalachian Trail? Hike across New Zealand? There's just so many things to do.
For now, though, I am back at work. I am an OR RN at a surgery center, and enjoy what I do. I have really loved having all my friends, family and co-workers, go across America with me. It's as if we can talk about it, "as one". Remembering fun times, challenging times, all the while, being fascinated with it all! It's a common bond I have with the people around me. And I absolutely LOVE that.
I enjoy "bike" commuting to work, and am so very happy to be back at the yoga studio, again, where I feel "like everyone else". I look forward to picking an Ironman race to participate in next year, and settling into a new home that David and I intend to build, within the next year. So many fun and exciting things are happening. My daughter, Lauren, has a year more of Grad school, and I love watching her adult life, evolve.
The road calls me.......I will need to pick the "right" time, to go back out there. For the moment, I will need to lay low, and live life, as others do.
The wonderful company of Bob Stroller's, has generously offered to replace my Bob Running stroller. They know I gave mine away to a (much-deserving) family. I can now say that two wonderfully companies, have supplied me with the critical items I needed to succeed. FreeRide Bike Company in Mesa, Arizona, was my first "sponsor". I will never forget what they did for me - and when I needed it the most. The new wheels, liners and tubes held true the WHOLE rest of my journey. The "labor of love" and time, that they put into my running stroller, made ALL the difference for me. I simply cannot thank them enough.
After marinating on my trek for the last month, mostly unintentional, I have come to the conclusion of my:
Top 3 Most Memorable and Reoccurring Thoughts:
#3 Thought
I constantly find myself "thinking" how detached I am to the material things around me. I need "so little" to survive. The material things around me, esp at home, are now categorized as "keep" and
"no-need-to-keep", in my mind. I desire the things I have, in my home, to have more purpose. If they no longer "serve" me in life, I'd like to donate them, so that someone else may find value in them, or recycle them. Whether it be clothes, household items, or furniture, I find myself wanting to live a more minimal lifestyle. Other family members may not hold these same thoughts, as I do. So for now, I try to find 'balance', and not seem, all of a sudden, crazy.
#2 Thought
I often look back, and think about how I could go miles and miles, each day. I remember thinking, every morning, that "I can do this". My mind was made up. Everyday. And my body, followed. My thought process is now, forever changed. We can do anything we set our mind to. Oh yeah, it's easy to say that. But, I now know that it's absolutely TRUE. I can see right "through" people (and our excuses, reasons and justifications), when they doubt themselves. I now see - and hear it - all the time. And, all I can think of (screaming inside my own brain) is......"You can do it!'. But their mind is doubting it, so their body will follow the doubt. No matter what I say, about them being able to do something in particular.....they have to believe it, in their own mind. Mental strength is vital. Why do we not have a class on that, for children? To help teach them mental strength? Which provides for a strong physical being, in return?
I confess to excuses, reasons and justifications, myself......I just realize that I'm doing it, now. And when I am doing it.
#1 Thought
Complete Freedom. When I first began my journey, I never, ever, ever, thought about this topic. Sure, I thought about Freedom, and have always know how fortunate we are to be free. Yet, "Complete" Freedom was something I did not know existed. All my life, I have "answered" to others, and compromised with others. This includes when I was young, being directed by parents. Then, by teachers, and by co-workers and managers in a workplace setting, and by friends/family around me. There has always been a sense of "getting along" with others, making decisions based upon others, and unknowingly, living life with constant interaction with those around me. Everything from, "What's for dinner?", to "Can you come over this weekend", to "I need you to do FILL-IN-THE-BLANK at work". From simple, to complex, decision-making and interaction with others in my life. That is all I've ever known. And from all appearances, this is a normal life. It's what we all do, and have the privilege of doing. It is freedom. We are, in essence, making our own decisions, based upon what is going on around us. I never knew any different. I have never felt "bogged" down, or not able to make my own decisions. I have always been "free" to do as I wish, within a normal, and society-driven level.
Then, it happened. Complete Freedom. At first, I did not recognize it, as I had never "met" it before. I did not even realize it was happening, as it was a slow process, that evolved. The first few weeks on the road, I was with John. He was making the route, setting the miles. I was basing my decisions off of his. Then, as I began to travel, more and more alone, I began to feel it. It took awhile for me to realize it. Being alone, for days and days, is how it began. I would wake up in a different town each day, stopping at new places for food/drink every day, traveling non-stop, and meeting new people minute to minute. There was no one I was obligated to, but myself. No one depending on me, waiting for me, looking for me, or influencing/making decisions for me. Just me. I still had influence from family and friends back home, but due to my special circumstances on the road, it was 100% my choice, in regards to "everything", day to day. What to eat, where to stop, how long to linger in any particular area, which side of the road to be on, anything. Any decision, was my own. This has never happened before, in my whole life. Every day, I decided everything, on my own. Looking back, when I blogged about it, I wrote it as "taking care of myself, completely". It was taking all the time I had, to "take care of myself". I had Complete Freedom, but along with it, comes complete responsibility. I was okay with that. After all, I had the time......all the time in the world. I was living a life, on the road, of Complete Freedom. I "answered" to no one, I made all my decisions, based upon my needs. This was new. It was empowering. I now know, what it feels like. And am grateful, for that. I could have lived my whole life, and never knew, what it was like. But instead, I now know. It's a hard concept to explain, as I probably would have not understood it, myself, had I not lived it. It's hard to put into words. It's more of a feeling. It's one of my biggest "Take-Away's", from my trip. I absolutely love, love, love that I had the opportunity, to experience it.
I am back to living life, as we all do. Making our decisions, with others "in mind". It feels good. It feels normal. It's comforting.
I will always know what Complete Freedom feels like, though. I can't deny it......it was beyond words. It's "up there" with my other experiences from my trip: Kind, helpful people, beautiful countryside, fabulous weather, and Complete Freedom.
Forever Grateful,
Cyndi
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Big Ole Hygiene Report
I have steered clear of blogging for about a week now. I found that I would let a little time go by, and see how I'm really doing, as of now. I'm happy to say I've made great progress, but have a little ways to go. I still need to work on these things:
1) I found that looking back, I had begun "stress eating" in the last few weeks on my journey. The weather, the mountains, the terrain, the shoulder, the miles, were all harder on me, as my body was tired. To help make myself feel better (physically and emotionally), I would eat. I knew I needed to, as I was fighting to keep weight on. But at times, it was emotional eating. And I knew that. It developed into a habit. And it's a habit that I'm working on breaking, and changing into a "regular" eating regimen. I first thought, 'Oh, I'll go back to eating like I used to - before the trip'. But it's not that easy for me. So, I decided to find my "new normal" eating habits. And I've been working on that lately. I've embraced "change". Things cannot just "be like they were before the trip". Yet, I can use it as a guideline, and find a new balance with food, that serves me in my life, now. I feel very confident in this, and I know it will take time. I practice finding what's best for me each day. And eventually, it will evolve.
2) Running. I had fallen into another habit, on the road, that I'm working on changing. (Habits are complex, some easier to change, some difficult to change. Gretchin Rubin has a lot of great information on "Habits" on her website). After I developed some shin issues, and as my body wore down, I began to "adapt" a new variation of movement on the road. I found I could maintain, many times, 5 miles a hour. This was not running, nor was it fast walking. It was somewhere in the middle. It's what allowed me to get on down the road, even when I was tired - or not feeling my best. Now that pace has been ingrained in me. Like a habit my body "goes to". I'm working on finding my regular run form and pace again. This, also, will take time, and I'm okay with that. I practice running "normally", and letting go of that easier 5 mile per hour gig. I can use it when need be, but I'd like to develop my running similar to what it was before my journey. Once again, this will take time.
These issues are easier for me to tackle when I know, that in time, it will all work out just fine. I just have to remind myself, and practice forming new habits that compliment my life now. It's a challenge I think about each day. It goes back to having self-compassion during this transition. And it's fun, knowing that what might develop along the way could be new and different. Sure, I'd like to just have the "old me" back, with all my favorite habits I had. But that's not reality. I'm going to have to "work at it", and I'm finding developing the "new me" is exciting, and a personal growing experience. I'm embracing it.
Hygiene Report:
I went to the dentist, and had my teeth cleaned. That felt wonderful! They x-ray'd my toothies, and everything looks good. My tooth ache went from a dull ache all the time, to beginning to feel better. I'm hoping it will subside completely. It appears I was holding much stress in my jaw. Some of us hold stress in our necks or shoulders. I was holding most of it in my jaw. This created tension in my back upper teeth. This, again, was something new I developed. So I'll continue to relax my jaw, when I feel it tightening up. For example, I went out on my bike for the first time yesterday, and when some cars got close, I felt my jaw tense up. I now know I'm doing this, and can start letting that go. Jeeez, how many new habits DID I develop on those 78 days!? Lots! Adaption, that's what I'll call it. I was adapting to the new environment, out on the road. Time to adapt back, now.
My feet are healing. Some of the initial blisters have healed. Later ones need a little more time. They are technically no longer blisters, they are calloused areas. I use my pumice stone a little bit, here and there, on them, to help smooth them over. Not too much, or that initiates more growth. My goal is to decrease them slowly. Everything, but one problem toe, is going to be back to normal. My pinky toe on my right foot is still a little angry about the trip.
My right shin?! It's completely resolved. No more pain, no more ibuprofen.
My fingers are completely healed over, and all that is left are the scars.
I've still not gone for a manicure or pedicure, but I know I will soon. I don't necessarily have a good reason why I haven't.
I've not talked opening about my face, as that does sound odd. But my eye brows, and general "hair" maintenance on my face needed tending to. I'm happy to say that I'm back in a regular routine of caring for the skin and hair on my face. The freedom from maintenance, in many areas, was what I loved when I was out on the road. No judgement was my motto. I could be very "granola" looking out there on the road - and it didn't matter. Back home though, society pushes you into more of a maintenance-mode.
I also had the pleasure of my annual ob/gyn appt. Joy, joy. Seems I'm doing fine, according to my doctor. At my age, the hot flashes are relentless. I had blogged earlier about being hot, then chilled.
The hot flashes make me feel like someone just "set my body on fire....all at the same time". This is part of my life right now. So why not just say it? It was put on the back-burner (like that pun?), during my journey. I had bigger fish to fry out there! But now, it's stepped up it's game, and slapped me right in the face, to remind me that it's still around. Ahhhh, life of a 50-something. I'll take the good - and the bad.
So, all-in-all, things are great! I look back on my trek, and remember so, so many good times. The smells, the towns, the people, the beauty, and being free to be "me". The overall freedom was something I NEVER realized would be so rewarding. Yes, I want to do this again. Yes, I look forward to another adventure, and learning many new things. There's so much out there to experience! I learned that I'm able to handle complex situations. And I can now apply that to my life, and handle situations better, in general. I learned that I have something to learn from everybody I meet. That everybody know something I don't know, and I want others to share their knowledge with me. I practiced the concept of "listen". Which has the same letters as "silent". And through that, I learned many things, from many people, along my journey. It was a privilege.
I'm still not ready to write a "last" blog. There will be (occasionally) more. I'm just not ready to stop documenting my feelings. They arise slowly, and listening to them, acting upon the changes as needed, is on-going.
I'm still the "old me", but yet, I'll never be the same.
Cyndi
1) I found that looking back, I had begun "stress eating" in the last few weeks on my journey. The weather, the mountains, the terrain, the shoulder, the miles, were all harder on me, as my body was tired. To help make myself feel better (physically and emotionally), I would eat. I knew I needed to, as I was fighting to keep weight on. But at times, it was emotional eating. And I knew that. It developed into a habit. And it's a habit that I'm working on breaking, and changing into a "regular" eating regimen. I first thought, 'Oh, I'll go back to eating like I used to - before the trip'. But it's not that easy for me. So, I decided to find my "new normal" eating habits. And I've been working on that lately. I've embraced "change". Things cannot just "be like they were before the trip". Yet, I can use it as a guideline, and find a new balance with food, that serves me in my life, now. I feel very confident in this, and I know it will take time. I practice finding what's best for me each day. And eventually, it will evolve.
2) Running. I had fallen into another habit, on the road, that I'm working on changing. (Habits are complex, some easier to change, some difficult to change. Gretchin Rubin has a lot of great information on "Habits" on her website). After I developed some shin issues, and as my body wore down, I began to "adapt" a new variation of movement on the road. I found I could maintain, many times, 5 miles a hour. This was not running, nor was it fast walking. It was somewhere in the middle. It's what allowed me to get on down the road, even when I was tired - or not feeling my best. Now that pace has been ingrained in me. Like a habit my body "goes to". I'm working on finding my regular run form and pace again. This, also, will take time, and I'm okay with that. I practice running "normally", and letting go of that easier 5 mile per hour gig. I can use it when need be, but I'd like to develop my running similar to what it was before my journey. Once again, this will take time.
These issues are easier for me to tackle when I know, that in time, it will all work out just fine. I just have to remind myself, and practice forming new habits that compliment my life now. It's a challenge I think about each day. It goes back to having self-compassion during this transition. And it's fun, knowing that what might develop along the way could be new and different. Sure, I'd like to just have the "old me" back, with all my favorite habits I had. But that's not reality. I'm going to have to "work at it", and I'm finding developing the "new me" is exciting, and a personal growing experience. I'm embracing it.
Hygiene Report:
I went to the dentist, and had my teeth cleaned. That felt wonderful! They x-ray'd my toothies, and everything looks good. My tooth ache went from a dull ache all the time, to beginning to feel better. I'm hoping it will subside completely. It appears I was holding much stress in my jaw. Some of us hold stress in our necks or shoulders. I was holding most of it in my jaw. This created tension in my back upper teeth. This, again, was something new I developed. So I'll continue to relax my jaw, when I feel it tightening up. For example, I went out on my bike for the first time yesterday, and when some cars got close, I felt my jaw tense up. I now know I'm doing this, and can start letting that go. Jeeez, how many new habits DID I develop on those 78 days!? Lots! Adaption, that's what I'll call it. I was adapting to the new environment, out on the road. Time to adapt back, now.
My feet are healing. Some of the initial blisters have healed. Later ones need a little more time. They are technically no longer blisters, they are calloused areas. I use my pumice stone a little bit, here and there, on them, to help smooth them over. Not too much, or that initiates more growth. My goal is to decrease them slowly. Everything, but one problem toe, is going to be back to normal. My pinky toe on my right foot is still a little angry about the trip.
My right shin?! It's completely resolved. No more pain, no more ibuprofen.
My fingers are completely healed over, and all that is left are the scars.
I've still not gone for a manicure or pedicure, but I know I will soon. I don't necessarily have a good reason why I haven't.
I've not talked opening about my face, as that does sound odd. But my eye brows, and general "hair" maintenance on my face needed tending to. I'm happy to say that I'm back in a regular routine of caring for the skin and hair on my face. The freedom from maintenance, in many areas, was what I loved when I was out on the road. No judgement was my motto. I could be very "granola" looking out there on the road - and it didn't matter. Back home though, society pushes you into more of a maintenance-mode.
I also had the pleasure of my annual ob/gyn appt. Joy, joy. Seems I'm doing fine, according to my doctor. At my age, the hot flashes are relentless. I had blogged earlier about being hot, then chilled.
The hot flashes make me feel like someone just "set my body on fire....all at the same time". This is part of my life right now. So why not just say it? It was put on the back-burner (like that pun?), during my journey. I had bigger fish to fry out there! But now, it's stepped up it's game, and slapped me right in the face, to remind me that it's still around. Ahhhh, life of a 50-something. I'll take the good - and the bad.
So, all-in-all, things are great! I look back on my trek, and remember so, so many good times. The smells, the towns, the people, the beauty, and being free to be "me". The overall freedom was something I NEVER realized would be so rewarding. Yes, I want to do this again. Yes, I look forward to another adventure, and learning many new things. There's so much out there to experience! I learned that I'm able to handle complex situations. And I can now apply that to my life, and handle situations better, in general. I learned that I have something to learn from everybody I meet. That everybody know something I don't know, and I want others to share their knowledge with me. I practiced the concept of "listen". Which has the same letters as "silent". And through that, I learned many things, from many people, along my journey. It was a privilege.
I'm still not ready to write a "last" blog. There will be (occasionally) more. I'm just not ready to stop documenting my feelings. They arise slowly, and listening to them, acting upon the changes as needed, is on-going.
I'm still the "old me", but yet, I'll never be the same.
Cyndi
Friday, June 26, 2015
Final FAQ Post-Finish
Are you back to normal yet?
This question has been asked by many, and I ask myself that question several times a day. My answer: Almost. So close. So very close.
NOW:
The fatigue is letting up, my legs, hips and feet are feeling good, and I'm feeling "more like myself" again. My right shin issue (shin splint) is healed and gone. One way that I can tell my body is still adjusting and recovering though, is my heart rate. At night, and in the morning, I notice my heart rate is higher than normal. I have "spells" of feeling really hot, then feeling chilled. My blood pressure is a little lower than I'd like (at times), but all these things are occurring less and less! I see progress, and I'm feeling more normal for most of the day. (It used to be just the opposite, as I was feeling "unusual" most of the day). Now, I'm feeling better, and wanting to do the usual things I like to do. I have reacquainted myself with things here at the house, and will be going back to work in July. I'm even more excited to tell you that today....just today.....I felt like my regular "me" - more than ever. I woke up feeling good. I took the dogs out for a walk, brought two of them back, and kept Daisy, the catahoula with me. She and I ran together (I'm needing to re-adjust her to it, as well), then we walked for awhile. I felt great, kept a nice pace, and just wanted to keep going. I then decided to mow the front/back yard, and get some other yard work completed. Still, I felt great. This all makes me so very happy. No aches, no pains. No ibuprofen. The fatigue is fading away.
THEN:
When I came home last week, my legs, ankles and feet were swollen. My feet did not fit in most all of my shoes. I had a golf ball lump on the front of my right shin. My back teeth had a nagging, constant dull pain in them, my back was even tender. My heart raced whenever I was "at rest", I would even "pant" (like my dogs do), in the night, while my body was catching up. The splits in the sides of my lip/mouth were trying to heal, I had ear wax flowing from my ears. My GI system was attempting to find its "normal" self again. I was ravenous ALL the time. I would eat until I felt sick, and had a hard time stopping that. I needed to stop the night eating. I was out of sorts, to say the least. I had pushed my body, on a daily basis, to limits beyond my imagination. Time, and rest, would be my best friends. I did the best I could to relax and rest. It's not in my nature to do so, but I gave it a fair chance. It paid off, and I'm reaping the rewards. I just feel good. Really good.
After I write it all down, together like that, I can understand why people would wonder, "Why torture yourself like that?" It's interesting, because at the time, during those 78 days, I was able to mentally push the pain, and "bad things happening" away. I enjoyed SO much of the time out there. Meeting people, seeing the countryside, that my aches and pains were just a minor part of the process. They were expected, under those circumstances. The "good" of the journey far outweighed any of the "bad" things that occurred. If I dare say so, after a couple of days, I really wanted to go back to Virginia Beach, and go backwards, on our route, back to Venice Beach, CA. This time though, I wanted to go and enjoy MORE of everything. I want to zip line in Kentucky, go through the caves in Missouri, go horseback riding in Wickenburg, AZ, and stay at The Greenbrier longer. And many, many more things! I'd like to take a year off, and do that......someday. And each time I think, "I want to stop and do _______". I can do just that. It would be a crossing of America, and evaluating many activities along the way. Maybe become a writer/critic for ALL those great and fun things to do, along US60. One day.
For now, the suggestion I've received the most, for "what to do next" is American Ninja Warrior. David says he'll build me the set-up in the back yard to practice with. I think he's serious.
Still to come, will be a Final Hygiene Report. I need to do that, as I've made great progress in many areas. I know my family is happy about that (the progress, that is). They prefer I potty inside. And wear something - now and then - besides running types of clothing.
It's a Happy Friday,
Cyndi
This question has been asked by many, and I ask myself that question several times a day. My answer: Almost. So close. So very close.
NOW:
The fatigue is letting up, my legs, hips and feet are feeling good, and I'm feeling "more like myself" again. My right shin issue (shin splint) is healed and gone. One way that I can tell my body is still adjusting and recovering though, is my heart rate. At night, and in the morning, I notice my heart rate is higher than normal. I have "spells" of feeling really hot, then feeling chilled. My blood pressure is a little lower than I'd like (at times), but all these things are occurring less and less! I see progress, and I'm feeling more normal for most of the day. (It used to be just the opposite, as I was feeling "unusual" most of the day). Now, I'm feeling better, and wanting to do the usual things I like to do. I have reacquainted myself with things here at the house, and will be going back to work in July. I'm even more excited to tell you that today....just today.....I felt like my regular "me" - more than ever. I woke up feeling good. I took the dogs out for a walk, brought two of them back, and kept Daisy, the catahoula with me. She and I ran together (I'm needing to re-adjust her to it, as well), then we walked for awhile. I felt great, kept a nice pace, and just wanted to keep going. I then decided to mow the front/back yard, and get some other yard work completed. Still, I felt great. This all makes me so very happy. No aches, no pains. No ibuprofen. The fatigue is fading away.
THEN:
When I came home last week, my legs, ankles and feet were swollen. My feet did not fit in most all of my shoes. I had a golf ball lump on the front of my right shin. My back teeth had a nagging, constant dull pain in them, my back was even tender. My heart raced whenever I was "at rest", I would even "pant" (like my dogs do), in the night, while my body was catching up. The splits in the sides of my lip/mouth were trying to heal, I had ear wax flowing from my ears. My GI system was attempting to find its "normal" self again. I was ravenous ALL the time. I would eat until I felt sick, and had a hard time stopping that. I needed to stop the night eating. I was out of sorts, to say the least. I had pushed my body, on a daily basis, to limits beyond my imagination. Time, and rest, would be my best friends. I did the best I could to relax and rest. It's not in my nature to do so, but I gave it a fair chance. It paid off, and I'm reaping the rewards. I just feel good. Really good.
After I write it all down, together like that, I can understand why people would wonder, "Why torture yourself like that?" It's interesting, because at the time, during those 78 days, I was able to mentally push the pain, and "bad things happening" away. I enjoyed SO much of the time out there. Meeting people, seeing the countryside, that my aches and pains were just a minor part of the process. They were expected, under those circumstances. The "good" of the journey far outweighed any of the "bad" things that occurred. If I dare say so, after a couple of days, I really wanted to go back to Virginia Beach, and go backwards, on our route, back to Venice Beach, CA. This time though, I wanted to go and enjoy MORE of everything. I want to zip line in Kentucky, go through the caves in Missouri, go horseback riding in Wickenburg, AZ, and stay at The Greenbrier longer. And many, many more things! I'd like to take a year off, and do that......someday. And each time I think, "I want to stop and do _______". I can do just that. It would be a crossing of America, and evaluating many activities along the way. Maybe become a writer/critic for ALL those great and fun things to do, along US60. One day.
For now, the suggestion I've received the most, for "what to do next" is American Ninja Warrior. David says he'll build me the set-up in the back yard to practice with. I think he's serious.
Still to come, will be a Final Hygiene Report. I need to do that, as I've made great progress in many areas. I know my family is happy about that (the progress, that is). They prefer I potty inside. And wear something - now and then - besides running types of clothing.
It's a Happy Friday,
Cyndi
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
My Body - What Happened!?
I thought I knew "where I was at" with my body. I thought I was feeling alright, and would bounce back after a day or so, at home. I will tell you, it's been quite the opposite.
Fatigue. It has it's grip on me. I don't think I've ever had this type of issue. The first few days after I stopped moving miles and miles each day (Virginia Beach!), I felt content, satisfied, and calm. Yet, looking back, I was still going on adrenaline. I had family with me, I was enjoying a regular schedule during the day, eating like crazy, and enjoying those moments - as well as reminiscing about the last 78 days. We picked Williamsburg, VA, to stay in, and visit, while we awaited our flight back home on Friday. I look back, and realize I was masking my fatigue with food. And I was not doing anything that required any physical, strenuous movement.
After flying back to the Dallas area on Friday evening, I was excited about being home, seeing more family and friends, seeing my dogs, and "being home". All this again, overshadowed the true physical effects on my body. Then, we had the weekend, and kept fairly busy. I immediately begin cleaning the house, shaving the dogs, and just getting things back to my comfort levels. Meaning, how I like them to be. I wanted to have my usual food in the fridge, and just "nesting" types of activities, as I like to call it.
Then, Monday came. David went to work. I immediately took the dogs out on a long walk. That is one of my favorite things to do - and theirs, as well. I've missed doing that. After a long walk in the morning heat, I dropped the Weimaraner (Bridgette), and the King Charles (Maybe) off at home. Daisy, my Ultra Running Catahoula, would go for my first run with me. We ran for, no more than, 45 minutes. My hips ached - both of them the same. My body had trouble with the foreword movement at any decent pace. After awhile, it found it's groove, but I knew this would take time. My feet did well, all but my baby toe on my right foot. It's been unhappy for a long time, as it's the one that pushed it's way through my Altra's, as if trying to escape. It's just sore, that's all. The realization of what I had done to my body, during those 78 days, was a bit deflating. My body is now telling me that it needs time. Time to heal inside. My mind does not want to give it time. The conflict begins. I have been at these crossroads before. Around two years ago, I found out my right inferior pubic ramus was fractured, with edema in the anterior right acetabulum. This situation gave me two options:1) wheelchair (I had to get off it completely), or 2) inpatient rehab to be on bed rest. I chose option 1, where I would promise to go home and get off it, and give it a change to start the healing process. I would have to take a leave from work. I obeyed all the rules, as I knew in order to get better, I would need to let it heal. I went from wheelchair (3 weeks), to crutches, to walking (swimming allowed, only with a bouy between my legs). I was committed to the healing back then, and will do so again. It only makes me stronger when I do so. And I will do so.
No one likes starting from the "ground up" again, in any type of physical activity they participate in. I try to look at it from a stand point of, 'This will be fun!', and make the best of it. If I can go from that wheelchair, to running across America, I know I will be fine. I will give my body the time it needs, and I'll know when I'm back on the up-swing of things. I look forward to that.
How long will it take before I feel back to normal again? I'm not sure, but I'll let you know. For now, I will enjoy my time off, before I go back to work in July. Speaking of, it's time to go walk the dogs again. It's my favorite morning activity!
Cyndi
Fatigue. It has it's grip on me. I don't think I've ever had this type of issue. The first few days after I stopped moving miles and miles each day (Virginia Beach!), I felt content, satisfied, and calm. Yet, looking back, I was still going on adrenaline. I had family with me, I was enjoying a regular schedule during the day, eating like crazy, and enjoying those moments - as well as reminiscing about the last 78 days. We picked Williamsburg, VA, to stay in, and visit, while we awaited our flight back home on Friday. I look back, and realize I was masking my fatigue with food. And I was not doing anything that required any physical, strenuous movement.
After flying back to the Dallas area on Friday evening, I was excited about being home, seeing more family and friends, seeing my dogs, and "being home". All this again, overshadowed the true physical effects on my body. Then, we had the weekend, and kept fairly busy. I immediately begin cleaning the house, shaving the dogs, and just getting things back to my comfort levels. Meaning, how I like them to be. I wanted to have my usual food in the fridge, and just "nesting" types of activities, as I like to call it.
Then, Monday came. David went to work. I immediately took the dogs out on a long walk. That is one of my favorite things to do - and theirs, as well. I've missed doing that. After a long walk in the morning heat, I dropped the Weimaraner (Bridgette), and the King Charles (Maybe) off at home. Daisy, my Ultra Running Catahoula, would go for my first run with me. We ran for, no more than, 45 minutes. My hips ached - both of them the same. My body had trouble with the foreword movement at any decent pace. After awhile, it found it's groove, but I knew this would take time. My feet did well, all but my baby toe on my right foot. It's been unhappy for a long time, as it's the one that pushed it's way through my Altra's, as if trying to escape. It's just sore, that's all. The realization of what I had done to my body, during those 78 days, was a bit deflating. My body is now telling me that it needs time. Time to heal inside. My mind does not want to give it time. The conflict begins. I have been at these crossroads before. Around two years ago, I found out my right inferior pubic ramus was fractured, with edema in the anterior right acetabulum. This situation gave me two options:1) wheelchair (I had to get off it completely), or 2) inpatient rehab to be on bed rest. I chose option 1, where I would promise to go home and get off it, and give it a change to start the healing process. I would have to take a leave from work. I obeyed all the rules, as I knew in order to get better, I would need to let it heal. I went from wheelchair (3 weeks), to crutches, to walking (swimming allowed, only with a bouy between my legs). I was committed to the healing back then, and will do so again. It only makes me stronger when I do so. And I will do so.
No one likes starting from the "ground up" again, in any type of physical activity they participate in. I try to look at it from a stand point of, 'This will be fun!', and make the best of it. If I can go from that wheelchair, to running across America, I know I will be fine. I will give my body the time it needs, and I'll know when I'm back on the up-swing of things. I look forward to that.
How long will it take before I feel back to normal again? I'm not sure, but I'll let you know. For now, I will enjoy my time off, before I go back to work in July. Speaking of, it's time to go walk the dogs again. It's my favorite morning activity!
Cyndi
Monday, June 22, 2015
What Now?
Confessions are good for the soul.
During my trek, I was asked on many occasions, "what's next"? I could not process that question, what-so-ever, as I was mentally and physically consumed with getting to Virginia Beach. That was taking up every ounce of myself. Staying focused was key. As John always says....."One foot in front of the other".
The day after finishing my wonderful adventure, I felt it. That little feeling of desire. I am back at home, settling in, yet, there's something that's calling me. I wish I knew what it was. I just know it will be fun, challenging and exciting. Something different, and something that will take time for me to figure out.
I have many things in life to figure out though. Only 1 month before I left for Venice Beach, California, we sold our house. We decided on a rent house, as we did not have enough time to look and find "just the house we wanted". We literally moved out of our "old" house, and into this "temporary" house, until I get back. We only unpacked the minimal amount needed, as there are more boxes around, than there are things out. So we are living in a unusual situation, and have a big decision to make in regards to buying a new home. What area of Dallas? How big/small would we like it to be? Should we buy some land to build on? Due to our age, others factors come into play. Will it be a possible home we would retire in? We are at that in-between phase.
And work? I will go back to work. I'm a PRN OR RN, and enjoy what I do at work. PRN basically means I'm not part/full time. I am "as needed". I contract myself out to surgery centers who need additional staff (Operating Room RN), without having to hire me. I tend to make my own schedule, but it is based around the needs of the facilities who utilize my skills. I transitioned to this PRN status initially, so it would be easier to take time off to go across the US on foot. I am toying with the idea of taking a position that would be part or full time. Another element of decison-making that will need to be determined.
I know the basic things I would like to do. Go to Rome with David, as he deserves a trip that interest him. I know I want to do all my favorite races next year. Cowtown Ultra, Keys 100, Cozumel Ironman, those races that are comforting - and fun - to me. But there's something missing. Can I leave my job and family like that again? I can only hope, with time, that whatever might be calling me, I will figure it out.
UPDATE ON JOHN:
John finished at midnight. Yay!! His time, a little more precise than mine (he's a "numbers kind of guy"!!) was technically 80 days, 14 hours, 10 minutes and zero seconds, per John. I told you, he's a numbers guy. I typically say I finished in "78 days". That pretty much says it all for me. I can give you a little more insight by telling you we started on April 1 at 7 am. Since I finished at 1:15pm that 78th day, it would be 78 days, 3 hours, 15 min. The time changes are factored in. Just in case your a numbers person.
Another fun fact, that wasn't so fun at the time, was that each time we crossed a time zone, we lost a hour. Crossing back to California, we would be gaining time as we went. That sounds nice! I mean, if we were to ever do that. I can see why John crossed the US again. It's familiar, and you know a lot of what to expect. I was constantly amazed at how much he remembered from his time before.....where he stayed, where things were, how the terrain was. I'm so glad he trusted me to go with him, this time. That's a big commitment to do that, as most crossers go alone. As we all know from experience now, it's hard to stay together with someone in such a complex, difficult and ever-changing environment. Even though we were only together for a short while (comparatively, to the number of days we were out there), I learned so much from him in regards to living on the side of the road. He is a master at it.
NEWSPAPER UPDATE:
Many of you may already have seen these articles, but I'm going to put the links out here in my blog for anyone whose interested, as well as for my future reference.
Mountain Messenger (Lewisburg, WV area):
http://mountainmessenger.com/run-texas-nurse-defies-odds-cross-country-trek/
Dallas Morning News:
http://runningblog.dallasnews.com/2015/06/fetterman-runner-51-makes-her-way-from-coast-to-coast.html/
FORMAL APOLOGY:
In several of my blogs, I misspelled The Greenbrier. I repeatedly wrote Greenbriar, and that was not correct. I'm very sorry, as that was such a majestic place, and such a special day/night for me. I apologize for that error, and please know how grateful I am for that experience. It certainly was a highlight of my journey, that will remain at the forefront of my mind. By the way, I have my hat at my fingertips here at home, and love that it's a quick-dry material. It will be well used! Thank you again, to the Rose Family, Micki (I'm sorry, as I'm not sure if that's the correct spelling), and Holly. Your hard to work to put that together is something I value more than you know. It competes highly, though, with the tea and quesadilla. The timing for that was perfect, and exactly what I needed. Thank you all again!
THANKS ALSO:
I would like to tell the Altra running shoe company that their shoes are amazing. I completely used, and wore out 3 pairs. They lasted 1000 miles each. I understand shoe companies do not recommend that type of milage (per pair of shoe), but it's important for me to vocalize it, as this is extraordinary.
Sheryl and her family: Thank you for checking on me daily, talking me through some rough times, and being there, many times daily, on the phone. Thank you, Sheryl for spending MANY miles with me on US60. Your a natural at it! Thanks for your spreadsheet, as you spent much time on, to research towns and mileage. I looked at that every day, sometimes multiple times! What a treat that was. And having you with me the last couple of days was priceless. I can see you crossing America! I appreciate all of your family supporting you, as well as me, to make all this happen.
Gates and Janet: Where do I start? Oh yeah, at the airport, to see me off. Then, at the airport again, to welcome me back. Thank you both, for driving hours, to come take me to dinner back in Oklahoma (that was Oklahoma, right?). Thank you for the cupcakes - best ever! I appreciate you both being there for me, and good thing you awaken early, Gates. As I was most always out on the road early in the am, and having someone to visit with was always uplifting.
I was blessed to have my family and friends checking on me, calling, texting, and following me along. Whether it was reading my blog to see "where we all" would be that day, how far we might go, or if I was falling apart. Was it raining? If so, was it good rain? You all were right there with me, and will never know how much that meant to me then, as well as now.
And to David, a grand thanks, for sending me off with freedom and love. You are my rock, my sounding board, and best friend. Your ability to handle this whole trek, care for the household responsibilities, work, and pretty everything, is appreciated more than words can express.
As time moves on, "what's next" will become more clear. For now.........I think I'll go for a run, with my dogs.
Cyndi
During my trek, I was asked on many occasions, "what's next"? I could not process that question, what-so-ever, as I was mentally and physically consumed with getting to Virginia Beach. That was taking up every ounce of myself. Staying focused was key. As John always says....."One foot in front of the other".
The day after finishing my wonderful adventure, I felt it. That little feeling of desire. I am back at home, settling in, yet, there's something that's calling me. I wish I knew what it was. I just know it will be fun, challenging and exciting. Something different, and something that will take time for me to figure out.
I have many things in life to figure out though. Only 1 month before I left for Venice Beach, California, we sold our house. We decided on a rent house, as we did not have enough time to look and find "just the house we wanted". We literally moved out of our "old" house, and into this "temporary" house, until I get back. We only unpacked the minimal amount needed, as there are more boxes around, than there are things out. So we are living in a unusual situation, and have a big decision to make in regards to buying a new home. What area of Dallas? How big/small would we like it to be? Should we buy some land to build on? Due to our age, others factors come into play. Will it be a possible home we would retire in? We are at that in-between phase.
And work? I will go back to work. I'm a PRN OR RN, and enjoy what I do at work. PRN basically means I'm not part/full time. I am "as needed". I contract myself out to surgery centers who need additional staff (Operating Room RN), without having to hire me. I tend to make my own schedule, but it is based around the needs of the facilities who utilize my skills. I transitioned to this PRN status initially, so it would be easier to take time off to go across the US on foot. I am toying with the idea of taking a position that would be part or full time. Another element of decison-making that will need to be determined.
I know the basic things I would like to do. Go to Rome with David, as he deserves a trip that interest him. I know I want to do all my favorite races next year. Cowtown Ultra, Keys 100, Cozumel Ironman, those races that are comforting - and fun - to me. But there's something missing. Can I leave my job and family like that again? I can only hope, with time, that whatever might be calling me, I will figure it out.
UPDATE ON JOHN:
John finished at midnight. Yay!! His time, a little more precise than mine (he's a "numbers kind of guy"!!) was technically 80 days, 14 hours, 10 minutes and zero seconds, per John. I told you, he's a numbers guy. I typically say I finished in "78 days". That pretty much says it all for me. I can give you a little more insight by telling you we started on April 1 at 7 am. Since I finished at 1:15pm that 78th day, it would be 78 days, 3 hours, 15 min. The time changes are factored in. Just in case your a numbers person.
Another fun fact, that wasn't so fun at the time, was that each time we crossed a time zone, we lost a hour. Crossing back to California, we would be gaining time as we went. That sounds nice! I mean, if we were to ever do that. I can see why John crossed the US again. It's familiar, and you know a lot of what to expect. I was constantly amazed at how much he remembered from his time before.....where he stayed, where things were, how the terrain was. I'm so glad he trusted me to go with him, this time. That's a big commitment to do that, as most crossers go alone. As we all know from experience now, it's hard to stay together with someone in such a complex, difficult and ever-changing environment. Even though we were only together for a short while (comparatively, to the number of days we were out there), I learned so much from him in regards to living on the side of the road. He is a master at it.
NEWSPAPER UPDATE:
Many of you may already have seen these articles, but I'm going to put the links out here in my blog for anyone whose interested, as well as for my future reference.
Mountain Messenger (Lewisburg, WV area):
http://mountainmessenger.com/run-texas-nurse-defies-odds-cross-country-trek/
Dallas Morning News:
http://runningblog.dallasnews.com/2015/06/fetterman-runner-51-makes-her-way-from-coast-to-coast.html/
FORMAL APOLOGY:
In several of my blogs, I misspelled The Greenbrier. I repeatedly wrote Greenbriar, and that was not correct. I'm very sorry, as that was such a majestic place, and such a special day/night for me. I apologize for that error, and please know how grateful I am for that experience. It certainly was a highlight of my journey, that will remain at the forefront of my mind. By the way, I have my hat at my fingertips here at home, and love that it's a quick-dry material. It will be well used! Thank you again, to the Rose Family, Micki (I'm sorry, as I'm not sure if that's the correct spelling), and Holly. Your hard to work to put that together is something I value more than you know. It competes highly, though, with the tea and quesadilla. The timing for that was perfect, and exactly what I needed. Thank you all again!
THANKS ALSO:
I would like to tell the Altra running shoe company that their shoes are amazing. I completely used, and wore out 3 pairs. They lasted 1000 miles each. I understand shoe companies do not recommend that type of milage (per pair of shoe), but it's important for me to vocalize it, as this is extraordinary.
Sheryl and her family: Thank you for checking on me daily, talking me through some rough times, and being there, many times daily, on the phone. Thank you, Sheryl for spending MANY miles with me on US60. Your a natural at it! Thanks for your spreadsheet, as you spent much time on, to research towns and mileage. I looked at that every day, sometimes multiple times! What a treat that was. And having you with me the last couple of days was priceless. I can see you crossing America! I appreciate all of your family supporting you, as well as me, to make all this happen.
Gates and Janet: Where do I start? Oh yeah, at the airport, to see me off. Then, at the airport again, to welcome me back. Thank you both, for driving hours, to come take me to dinner back in Oklahoma (that was Oklahoma, right?). Thank you for the cupcakes - best ever! I appreciate you both being there for me, and good thing you awaken early, Gates. As I was most always out on the road early in the am, and having someone to visit with was always uplifting.
I was blessed to have my family and friends checking on me, calling, texting, and following me along. Whether it was reading my blog to see "where we all" would be that day, how far we might go, or if I was falling apart. Was it raining? If so, was it good rain? You all were right there with me, and will never know how much that meant to me then, as well as now.
And to David, a grand thanks, for sending me off with freedom and love. You are my rock, my sounding board, and best friend. Your ability to handle this whole trek, care for the household responsibilities, work, and pretty everything, is appreciated more than words can express.
As time moves on, "what's next" will become more clear. For now.........I think I'll go for a run, with my dogs.
Cyndi
Sunday, June 21, 2015
First Day Back Home in Texas
"First"........That reminds me, after my first day back in my home, with my family, dogs and all my "belongings" I've missed, there were a lot of "first" things going on yesterday:
First time in 78 days I........
Put almond milk in my coffee
Rode in a car, everywhere I went
Made my own quesadilla
Went grocery shopping, for a household, not a cart
Did not put 1 band aid on my feet
Put my ring and necklace back on, that I wear at all times
Blog on my Mac, instead of on my phone
Did not charge any lights or solar chargers
Did not put a towel down in the shower to stand on
Slept in my own bed.......feeling completely safe
Cooked in a kitchen, my own kitchen
Resisted the temptation of 'night eating'
There were many "first" yesterday, and will be more tomorrow. Yet, I am enjoying them. I flew home on Friday evening, and Saturday was my first full day at home. I awoke Saturday morning early. Imagine that. I had the urge to be busy. I started by cleaning the house, shaving the dogs (their fur had grown to a shaggy-state, and I'm the clipper-er-of-dogs in the household), and then just general organization of my things. Where is my hair straightener? Where did I put this.....or that? The grass in the yard desperately needed mowing and edging. David had been gone almost a week, so it was time to mow. I started the mower, while David did the edging. Mowing was comforting......just like pushing my cart. I actually enjoy the mowing, a lot. After that, there were things around the yard that needed disposing of. Old hoses, old dog beds, old outdoor mats, and misc things. We loaded them up in David's new truck. It's a 68 Chevy, with a new engine - and completely re-done. We went, in it, to dump our things in a dumpster. Success! While we were out and about, we went grocery shopping. How fun! It was like shopping to stock a new kitchen. There were lots of 'David-things' in the kitchen/refridg, but no 'Cyndi-things'. I used to be a master at going to the grocery store, and getting what we need. But yesterday, I really had to think about it. It was a little frustrating for me, as I'm out of my groove. But fun, at the same time, as I work my way back into my real life.
I came back home (the truck was fun, new and different - I like it!), and cleaned out the old food from the fridge (that was bad), and loaded in the new. Now, I'll cook lunch! Where's the pans? This type of thing continued all day. I want to do A.......now where is B? I was re-orienting myself to my own things. I continued my nesting around the house, and decided I should shower, as we are going to meet my daughter, Lauren, at 5:30. Another first? After showering, I put on some mascara, and a little make-up. There I am! I actually liked myself with no makeup, which was surprising to me. Or maybe I just liked the freedom of it. None the less, we went to see Lauren, at her work, then have dinner with her. It was SO good to see her! She looked more beautiful than I can put into words. She will be coming over on Sunday to spend time at the house. She, and her boyfriend, Alex, will hang out with us, while David BBQ's and I do some cooking. I'm looking forward to that!
I needed to clarify something I wrote in a prior blog, "Issues I'm Working On". My #1 Issue, was to try and not keep bring up my trip.....over and over. I think I did not relay what my true intentions were. I LOVE talking about my trip! If you would like to talk about it, too, I would LOVE that!! I will answer all questions, and discuss anything you'd like too, regarding it. My issue for myself was, not to keep bringing it up, over and over, so that it monopolizes every conversation. You know those types of situations? Where someone keeps talking about something you don't want to? So my goal is to have appropriate conversations about it - when others desire that. And when it's time to stop talking about it, for me, to do so. Finding that balance is my goal. So please, "ask" away, let's talk about it. I find what other's remember - and ask about - very interesting. Everyone looks at it from a different perspective, and it opens my eyes to how you saw - and lived - it. I really like that.
I better go nest some more. Can't seem to do that enough. I continue to resist the urge to go on a run. I know I need to let my body recover.
Happy Father's Day!!
Cyndi
First time in 78 days I........
Put almond milk in my coffee
Rode in a car, everywhere I went
Made my own quesadilla
Went grocery shopping, for a household, not a cart
Did not put 1 band aid on my feet
Put my ring and necklace back on, that I wear at all times
Blog on my Mac, instead of on my phone
Did not charge any lights or solar chargers
Did not put a towel down in the shower to stand on
Slept in my own bed.......feeling completely safe
Cooked in a kitchen, my own kitchen
Resisted the temptation of 'night eating'
There were many "first" yesterday, and will be more tomorrow. Yet, I am enjoying them. I flew home on Friday evening, and Saturday was my first full day at home. I awoke Saturday morning early. Imagine that. I had the urge to be busy. I started by cleaning the house, shaving the dogs (their fur had grown to a shaggy-state, and I'm the clipper-er-of-dogs in the household), and then just general organization of my things. Where is my hair straightener? Where did I put this.....or that? The grass in the yard desperately needed mowing and edging. David had been gone almost a week, so it was time to mow. I started the mower, while David did the edging. Mowing was comforting......just like pushing my cart. I actually enjoy the mowing, a lot. After that, there were things around the yard that needed disposing of. Old hoses, old dog beds, old outdoor mats, and misc things. We loaded them up in David's new truck. It's a 68 Chevy, with a new engine - and completely re-done. We went, in it, to dump our things in a dumpster. Success! While we were out and about, we went grocery shopping. How fun! It was like shopping to stock a new kitchen. There were lots of 'David-things' in the kitchen/refridg, but no 'Cyndi-things'. I used to be a master at going to the grocery store, and getting what we need. But yesterday, I really had to think about it. It was a little frustrating for me, as I'm out of my groove. But fun, at the same time, as I work my way back into my real life.
I came back home (the truck was fun, new and different - I like it!), and cleaned out the old food from the fridge (that was bad), and loaded in the new. Now, I'll cook lunch! Where's the pans? This type of thing continued all day. I want to do A.......now where is B? I was re-orienting myself to my own things. I continued my nesting around the house, and decided I should shower, as we are going to meet my daughter, Lauren, at 5:30. Another first? After showering, I put on some mascara, and a little make-up. There I am! I actually liked myself with no makeup, which was surprising to me. Or maybe I just liked the freedom of it. None the less, we went to see Lauren, at her work, then have dinner with her. It was SO good to see her! She looked more beautiful than I can put into words. She will be coming over on Sunday to spend time at the house. She, and her boyfriend, Alex, will hang out with us, while David BBQ's and I do some cooking. I'm looking forward to that!
I needed to clarify something I wrote in a prior blog, "Issues I'm Working On". My #1 Issue, was to try and not keep bring up my trip.....over and over. I think I did not relay what my true intentions were. I LOVE talking about my trip! If you would like to talk about it, too, I would LOVE that!! I will answer all questions, and discuss anything you'd like too, regarding it. My issue for myself was, not to keep bringing it up, over and over, so that it monopolizes every conversation. You know those types of situations? Where someone keeps talking about something you don't want to? So my goal is to have appropriate conversations about it - when others desire that. And when it's time to stop talking about it, for me, to do so. Finding that balance is my goal. So please, "ask" away, let's talk about it. I find what other's remember - and ask about - very interesting. Everyone looks at it from a different perspective, and it opens my eyes to how you saw - and lived - it. I really like that.
I better go nest some more. Can't seem to do that enough. I continue to resist the urge to go on a run. I know I need to let my body recover.
Happy Father's Day!!
Cyndi
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Evening 79 - "Issues" to work on
After a full day of normal, life activities today, I found myself in this transition. From what I "used" to do on the road, back to how I will live my life again. It's do-able, I will need to transition back into my life slowly. I found these are my top 5 "Issues" I'll work on:
1) Minimize talking about "what, and how, I did things" on the road. Find balance, again.
It's time to focus on the here and now. I enjoy reminiscing about my wonderful adventure. It's all I think about! Now it's time to find balance between it - and my wonderful life in Texas. I love being reunited with my husband, I look forward to hugging and seeing my daughter, and I will jump for joy when I see my three dogs. I'm looking forward to cooking dinners again, going to the grocery store, and doing things in a relaxing atmosphere. I am forever changed, and I hesitate saying that. I think it's really a matter of that I "look at things differently" now. I'm still the same Cyndi. My view of life has shifted. I appreciate every little thing, more than ever. I know my life has a plan beyond my own plans. I was "shown" that over and over during those 78 days.
2) Decision-making tolerance.
I will need to work on finding plenty of tolerance for decision-making in regards to many things. For so long, I was by myself, setting my own path, stopping when I wanted, eating when I chose, and basically living life by my own decisions 100%. I can't remember ever doing that in my life. Not as a child, not as a teenager, not even as a adult. There were always family/friends around to make daily decisions with. Where to eat, recreational activities, work timeframes, raising children decisions. It's endless, daily decisions- made with the people around us. We do this every day, not realizing the skill it takes to be cohesive, compromise and "play well" with others. I lost that requirement, being on my own. I noticed it today, as it became obvious to me that making your own decisions, all the time, is way easier than doing so in a family/friend/work environment. I sure take a lot of things for granted! The freedom I had going across the U.S., was something that I really enjoyed. Not at first.....but after awhile, I realized I had never lived my life in that manner. Doing what I wanted, when I wanted, how I wanted, without talking with anyone around me about it. It was very different. And just one more thing I didn't consider going into this journey. I may have enjoyed it a little too much, as I look back. And now that I got a taste of it, I tend to want to have that. But it's not reasonable in real life. Yes, we all live as we'd like, for the most part. But I'm talking about having had a chance to live 24/7, making all decisions completely on your own. That was amazing in itself. Who knew?!
3) Breaking bad habits.
Oh, I created quite a few new, bad habits along the way, across the U.S. Some intentional, some not intentional. First, night eating. I woke up most every night with my body wanting more food. I was blowing through the calories, and needed them throughout the night, as well. That's going to be a hard habit to break. Secondly, the amount of food I'm eating. It was a insane amount! I had to, to keep up with the physical demands. I will need to readjust, and change my portion sizes. There's a vast difference in what I need now, vs what I needed then. Third, I will work on how I take care of myself. I went completely 'basic' out on the road. Granola, I like to call it. There was no time - or real reason - to do anything other than the basic upkeep. I will work on making myself "presentable" in life. Society requires this. I know this, as I saw the way people looked at me, while out on the road. With pity, and they would sometimes divert their eyes from mine, or they would "look down on me". Trust me, you feel it, and you know when it's happening. It was something I had to figure out how to deal with mentally. I know how it feels, and will do my best to not do that to others.
4) Adventure vs Accomplishment
This has been a struggle for me. I'm often asked "Why?" Why did (or would I) cross the U.S. on foot? For charity? No, not for charity, as I have long thought (dreamt) about doing this. Not for money, not for the "finish", and not for recognition. I have always had a internal desire to go see the U.S., up close and personal. In addition, it would be a personal challenge to do so, on foot. I love being outside, running, walking, planning, nature, new challenges, and taking risks. It's just who I am. It seemed like a perfect match to me. When the opportunity presented itself, I talked it over with my husband, and he supported me. He willingly allowed me the freedom to chase my dream. No resistance whatsoever. This was key. I'm married, working, and doing all the same "life" stuff you do. To pick up and leave that - for months - is huge. Financially, family-wise, safety-wise, and the chaos it can cause in real life, can be altering in any relationship, much less in the economics of the household. This type of endeavor required complete, 100% support from my family. And I received that, above and beyond! The planning this took, and the courage to do it, all factors in. I was "all in"! I had the recipe to go on this grand adventure. I accepted it, and never looked back. I knew once I left Venice Beach, CA, that I wasn't going home until I got to Virginia Beach.
My issue here that I'm working on, is relaying the intent behind it. It was a personal desire. A yearning to see America, in a non-conventional way. A dream I've had for quite awhile. I loved the idea of the adventure, the fun, the challenges, the good and bad times. Sometimes we dream, but we don't pursue our dreams. Esp if they are complex and possibly, interruptive in our lives. It's "finding a way" to pursue your dream(s) that can get in the way. I was convinced I could live my life, and still pursue this dream/goal of mine.
I enjoyed and appreciated each, and every one of those 78 days. The Finish Line, Virginia Beach, was the icing on the cake. The support, and well-wishes were greatly appreciated! I absolutely loved having everyone with me on this adventure. It made it even more fun!!
My final thought I'm working on conveying is my Intent for this trek. My intent was to cross America on foot. My reward was the beauty of the land, the people I met, and the innate kindness of people. I learned so much about myself (that's a whole other blog!), and found that people everywhere wanted to cross with me......and you did cross with me. We had a blast!!
Cyndi
1) Minimize talking about "what, and how, I did things" on the road. Find balance, again.
It's time to focus on the here and now. I enjoy reminiscing about my wonderful adventure. It's all I think about! Now it's time to find balance between it - and my wonderful life in Texas. I love being reunited with my husband, I look forward to hugging and seeing my daughter, and I will jump for joy when I see my three dogs. I'm looking forward to cooking dinners again, going to the grocery store, and doing things in a relaxing atmosphere. I am forever changed, and I hesitate saying that. I think it's really a matter of that I "look at things differently" now. I'm still the same Cyndi. My view of life has shifted. I appreciate every little thing, more than ever. I know my life has a plan beyond my own plans. I was "shown" that over and over during those 78 days.
2) Decision-making tolerance.
I will need to work on finding plenty of tolerance for decision-making in regards to many things. For so long, I was by myself, setting my own path, stopping when I wanted, eating when I chose, and basically living life by my own decisions 100%. I can't remember ever doing that in my life. Not as a child, not as a teenager, not even as a adult. There were always family/friends around to make daily decisions with. Where to eat, recreational activities, work timeframes, raising children decisions. It's endless, daily decisions- made with the people around us. We do this every day, not realizing the skill it takes to be cohesive, compromise and "play well" with others. I lost that requirement, being on my own. I noticed it today, as it became obvious to me that making your own decisions, all the time, is way easier than doing so in a family/friend/work environment. I sure take a lot of things for granted! The freedom I had going across the U.S., was something that I really enjoyed. Not at first.....but after awhile, I realized I had never lived my life in that manner. Doing what I wanted, when I wanted, how I wanted, without talking with anyone around me about it. It was very different. And just one more thing I didn't consider going into this journey. I may have enjoyed it a little too much, as I look back. And now that I got a taste of it, I tend to want to have that. But it's not reasonable in real life. Yes, we all live as we'd like, for the most part. But I'm talking about having had a chance to live 24/7, making all decisions completely on your own. That was amazing in itself. Who knew?!
3) Breaking bad habits.
Oh, I created quite a few new, bad habits along the way, across the U.S. Some intentional, some not intentional. First, night eating. I woke up most every night with my body wanting more food. I was blowing through the calories, and needed them throughout the night, as well. That's going to be a hard habit to break. Secondly, the amount of food I'm eating. It was a insane amount! I had to, to keep up with the physical demands. I will need to readjust, and change my portion sizes. There's a vast difference in what I need now, vs what I needed then. Third, I will work on how I take care of myself. I went completely 'basic' out on the road. Granola, I like to call it. There was no time - or real reason - to do anything other than the basic upkeep. I will work on making myself "presentable" in life. Society requires this. I know this, as I saw the way people looked at me, while out on the road. With pity, and they would sometimes divert their eyes from mine, or they would "look down on me". Trust me, you feel it, and you know when it's happening. It was something I had to figure out how to deal with mentally. I know how it feels, and will do my best to not do that to others.
4) Adventure vs Accomplishment
This has been a struggle for me. I'm often asked "Why?" Why did (or would I) cross the U.S. on foot? For charity? No, not for charity, as I have long thought (dreamt) about doing this. Not for money, not for the "finish", and not for recognition. I have always had a internal desire to go see the U.S., up close and personal. In addition, it would be a personal challenge to do so, on foot. I love being outside, running, walking, planning, nature, new challenges, and taking risks. It's just who I am. It seemed like a perfect match to me. When the opportunity presented itself, I talked it over with my husband, and he supported me. He willingly allowed me the freedom to chase my dream. No resistance whatsoever. This was key. I'm married, working, and doing all the same "life" stuff you do. To pick up and leave that - for months - is huge. Financially, family-wise, safety-wise, and the chaos it can cause in real life, can be altering in any relationship, much less in the economics of the household. This type of endeavor required complete, 100% support from my family. And I received that, above and beyond! The planning this took, and the courage to do it, all factors in. I was "all in"! I had the recipe to go on this grand adventure. I accepted it, and never looked back. I knew once I left Venice Beach, CA, that I wasn't going home until I got to Virginia Beach.
My issue here that I'm working on, is relaying the intent behind it. It was a personal desire. A yearning to see America, in a non-conventional way. A dream I've had for quite awhile. I loved the idea of the adventure, the fun, the challenges, the good and bad times. Sometimes we dream, but we don't pursue our dreams. Esp if they are complex and possibly, interruptive in our lives. It's "finding a way" to pursue your dream(s) that can get in the way. I was convinced I could live my life, and still pursue this dream/goal of mine.
I enjoyed and appreciated each, and every one of those 78 days. The Finish Line, Virginia Beach, was the icing on the cake. The support, and well-wishes were greatly appreciated! I absolutely loved having everyone with me on this adventure. It made it even more fun!!
My final thought I'm working on conveying is my Intent for this trek. My intent was to cross America on foot. My reward was the beauty of the land, the people I met, and the innate kindness of people. I learned so much about myself (that's a whole other blog!), and found that people everywhere wanted to cross with me......and you did cross with me. We had a blast!!
Cyndi
Day 79 - Day After "The Finish Line"
I slept in til 8 am today. That has not happened in YEARS.
Yesterday, after I arrived in Virginia Beach, had fun with the "Coast To Coast Finish Line" sign, enjoyed the "finish" feelings, ate my favorite meal at Qdoba, and gave my cart/stroller away to a mom who could really use it, we drove back to Williamsburg. It's my new favorite town! So much history here, it's cute, has everything you could possibly need, and it's quiet and comforting. We went back to the same hotel we had stayed at, when I was passing through it going TO Virginia Beach. All's well. And last night was wonderful. I did not check the weather (for the next day), I did not wash my clothes in the shower, I did not go gather supplies, and my hotel room did not look like my cart exploded in it. It was a normal evening/night. There was not a stroller in my hotel room. I could eat dinner and relax. But the fun was about to began. I'll start with the Hygiene Report, as I've always placed it lastly in my blog. It really deserves first billing today.
Hygiene Report:
The evening/night after finishing my Crossing, and it was time for me to start a more complete clean-up process. I showered, and did not wash my clothes in the shower. I took off everything I had on......everything.......and put it in the trash. Shoes and all. Nothing is salvageable. I have wore those items for 78 days. I loved it all, as it was comfortable, protected me from the sun, and made things easy, as I never had to think about what to put on every day. It was the same thing. Yes, I even threw away my Handerpants. These "gloves without fingers" protected my hands from the sun. I loved them. But I had to throw them away, as they were dirty beyond dirty. Even after washings. In the shower, I washed my hair 3 times, shaved my legs - which takes the 14 layers of sunscreen off for me, and washed myself until the AC in the room was going to go into shock due to the hot shower steam coming from the bathroom. Then, it's lotion time. I put my usual 7 layers on (all over), and then socks on my feet, to let the lotion there, work its magic on my blister-ridden feet. I look in the mirror, and know what I want to go do. Get my hair cut. Yes, that's what I want and need. But first, there's still more to do around here. I get all my other things out, that were in my cart, and start going through it. I throw away the little extra left of sunscreen, dirty socks I forgot about, melted food, misc napkins, straws, and extra hoarding of motel shampoos and such. Things I will not use again, in my real life. I widdle down "what's left" to only items I desire to take back home. I feel cleaner now, just going through that process. I floss my teeth, brush my teeth, and clean under my fingernails. I clean out my "band aid" baggie, throwing out what I may never use again, keeping only the best ones. I had used my Altra running shoes way past their life expectancy. Holes in them, tread on the soles vanished, and a smell beyond words. They must go. I'll miss them, but will get new ones. They served me well! I went through a total of 3 pairs of Altra's. Used them each up......completely. I have left, one pair of Nike Free 5.0 that I bought in Charleston, which I only wore a couple of times. Nothing compares to the Altra's for that many miles. I'll find out from John, but it's around 3108 total miles, plus whatever we went off route for. At 78 days, that a average of 40 miles. Surprisingly, my legs are doing great! My feet are okay, but will need some time to recover, more than any other part of my body. I now consider getting out to go to get my hair cut. David takes me to Great Clips here in Williamsburg. They begin the cutting process, and ask me who did my highlights, as they think they've done a great job. I want to say, "The Sun!", but resist, as I have not said, or talked about, what I just did for the last 78 days. I told the stylist that I've 'been in the sun a lot lately', and left it at that. My hair is so blonde, from the sun, and I've never seen it like that. I wore a visor everyday. So my hair didn't get a choice. It's bleached. After she cuts my hair, I feel brand new again. Since I only have one set of clothes now, David takes me to buy a pair of shorts and shirt. I haven't shopped in a very long time. Now, lets eat! My sister, Sheryl, David and I go back to the Mexican food restaurant we went to the other day. It was very good, and we enjoyed it again. It's within walking distance of the hotel. I guess anything within 40-50 miles is within walking distance. Looks like I'm set. I'm clean, things are cleaned out, I have something to wear, and I've eaten. The best part is there's no preparations that need to be made for tomorrow. I'm okay with that. Odd, but I'm relieved I don't have to think about planning a route, etc. I can just go to bed, and not set a alarm.
This brings me to sleeping in til 8 am. I did, and it felt SO good. I had breakfast at the hotel - which is unheard of for me. David was with me, and it was nice sharing a meal, in no hurry. "No hurry" is key. For 78 days, it was go, go, go!! Not today. On this Thursday, it's going to be a relaxing day. Period. We decide to drive around Williamsburg, and see the area, and the Colonial part of town. It's so quaint, well-kept and nice. We go to a few local stores, and the three of us do some light shopping, eat lunch, then decide it's probably nap time. Each time I go outside, I think about how sweaty I would be, if I was moving down the road. Super sweaty.
I'm still putting my thoughts together on it all. But for now, I can tell you that one of the first things I've noticed, is that making decisions is harder - being around others. Since I've been by myself. I've made my decisions daily quick, as needed, and never worried about anyone, but caring for myself day-to-day. This is a big change, and I keep noticing it. But I'll get back in the groove. It's going to take time.
More later, I have lots of thoughts, and processing of it all, going on in my head.
Cyndi
Yesterday, after I arrived in Virginia Beach, had fun with the "Coast To Coast Finish Line" sign, enjoyed the "finish" feelings, ate my favorite meal at Qdoba, and gave my cart/stroller away to a mom who could really use it, we drove back to Williamsburg. It's my new favorite town! So much history here, it's cute, has everything you could possibly need, and it's quiet and comforting. We went back to the same hotel we had stayed at, when I was passing through it going TO Virginia Beach. All's well. And last night was wonderful. I did not check the weather (for the next day), I did not wash my clothes in the shower, I did not go gather supplies, and my hotel room did not look like my cart exploded in it. It was a normal evening/night. There was not a stroller in my hotel room. I could eat dinner and relax. But the fun was about to began. I'll start with the Hygiene Report, as I've always placed it lastly in my blog. It really deserves first billing today.
Hygiene Report:
The evening/night after finishing my Crossing, and it was time for me to start a more complete clean-up process. I showered, and did not wash my clothes in the shower. I took off everything I had on......everything.......and put it in the trash. Shoes and all. Nothing is salvageable. I have wore those items for 78 days. I loved it all, as it was comfortable, protected me from the sun, and made things easy, as I never had to think about what to put on every day. It was the same thing. Yes, I even threw away my Handerpants. These "gloves without fingers" protected my hands from the sun. I loved them. But I had to throw them away, as they were dirty beyond dirty. Even after washings. In the shower, I washed my hair 3 times, shaved my legs - which takes the 14 layers of sunscreen off for me, and washed myself until the AC in the room was going to go into shock due to the hot shower steam coming from the bathroom. Then, it's lotion time. I put my usual 7 layers on (all over), and then socks on my feet, to let the lotion there, work its magic on my blister-ridden feet. I look in the mirror, and know what I want to go do. Get my hair cut. Yes, that's what I want and need. But first, there's still more to do around here. I get all my other things out, that were in my cart, and start going through it. I throw away the little extra left of sunscreen, dirty socks I forgot about, melted food, misc napkins, straws, and extra hoarding of motel shampoos and such. Things I will not use again, in my real life. I widdle down "what's left" to only items I desire to take back home. I feel cleaner now, just going through that process. I floss my teeth, brush my teeth, and clean under my fingernails. I clean out my "band aid" baggie, throwing out what I may never use again, keeping only the best ones. I had used my Altra running shoes way past their life expectancy. Holes in them, tread on the soles vanished, and a smell beyond words. They must go. I'll miss them, but will get new ones. They served me well! I went through a total of 3 pairs of Altra's. Used them each up......completely. I have left, one pair of Nike Free 5.0 that I bought in Charleston, which I only wore a couple of times. Nothing compares to the Altra's for that many miles. I'll find out from John, but it's around 3108 total miles, plus whatever we went off route for. At 78 days, that a average of 40 miles. Surprisingly, my legs are doing great! My feet are okay, but will need some time to recover, more than any other part of my body. I now consider getting out to go to get my hair cut. David takes me to Great Clips here in Williamsburg. They begin the cutting process, and ask me who did my highlights, as they think they've done a great job. I want to say, "The Sun!", but resist, as I have not said, or talked about, what I just did for the last 78 days. I told the stylist that I've 'been in the sun a lot lately', and left it at that. My hair is so blonde, from the sun, and I've never seen it like that. I wore a visor everyday. So my hair didn't get a choice. It's bleached. After she cuts my hair, I feel brand new again. Since I only have one set of clothes now, David takes me to buy a pair of shorts and shirt. I haven't shopped in a very long time. Now, lets eat! My sister, Sheryl, David and I go back to the Mexican food restaurant we went to the other day. It was very good, and we enjoyed it again. It's within walking distance of the hotel. I guess anything within 40-50 miles is within walking distance. Looks like I'm set. I'm clean, things are cleaned out, I have something to wear, and I've eaten. The best part is there's no preparations that need to be made for tomorrow. I'm okay with that. Odd, but I'm relieved I don't have to think about planning a route, etc. I can just go to bed, and not set a alarm.
This brings me to sleeping in til 8 am. I did, and it felt SO good. I had breakfast at the hotel - which is unheard of for me. David was with me, and it was nice sharing a meal, in no hurry. "No hurry" is key. For 78 days, it was go, go, go!! Not today. On this Thursday, it's going to be a relaxing day. Period. We decide to drive around Williamsburg, and see the area, and the Colonial part of town. It's so quaint, well-kept and nice. We go to a few local stores, and the three of us do some light shopping, eat lunch, then decide it's probably nap time. Each time I go outside, I think about how sweaty I would be, if I was moving down the road. Super sweaty.
I'm still putting my thoughts together on it all. But for now, I can tell you that one of the first things I've noticed, is that making decisions is harder - being around others. Since I've been by myself. I've made my decisions daily quick, as needed, and never worried about anyone, but caring for myself day-to-day. This is a big change, and I keep noticing it. But I'll get back in the groove. It's going to take time.
More later, I have lots of thoughts, and processing of it all, going on in my head.
Cyndi
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Day 78 - The Finish Line
Best day ever!
Sheryl and I started down the road, this morning, in the dark. The roads were silent, as it was hardly 3 am. We had our flashlights, blinking red light on the cart, and a goal of Virginia Beach on my mind. Today is the day. I've spent the last three days processing this "finish". I've been trying to tell myself that it's okay that I finish. I do confess to 'dragging my feet' a bit - at times - today, because it's hard for me to let this adventure end. As the day went on, I was finally ready to give myself permission to let this process come to a close. Sheryl and I had a wonderful time moving down the road, talking and looking forward to Virginia Beach. I don't know where the time went, but before I knew it, 30 miles were behind us. After a few more miles, we are close to 83rd St on Virginia Beach. That's the first beach access there in Virginia Beach. Around this time, Sheryl decided to hop in the car. She's gone almost 90 miles in the last 4 days, and it's time for her to give her body a break. I appreciated her being my partner for today, and the two days prior. She's been a real trooper! Great job, Sheryl!
At this point, it's been around 33 miles, and I only have about 7 more. I keep moving. There's a couple of turns coming up, as I'll go from US60, to Atlantic Ave, to a access road, to the Boardwalk. Along this part, I meet Rob. He's a friend of John's who lives in Virginia Beach. His wife had spotted me coming into the area, and alerted Rob. He brought his camera, came out to find me, and we talked for awhile. I continued on, looking forward to getting to the Boardwalk. I finally make it there, and I know David and Sheryl are around somewhere. I pass the King Neptune sculpture on the Boardwalk, and it's gi-normous! I keep going, as I want to go on down the Boardwalk. I see, up ahead, Sheryl and David! They will go down the Boardwalk, with me, for the final distance. We all three continue. Once we get towards the end, we decide on a "spot". That's has a two-fold meaning. It's time for my Spot satellite tracking device to ping me, and it's time to understand that this is my finishing spot. I'm now "official"! I have crossed from Venice Beach , CA to Virginia Beach, VA. It's like a dream. Where did the time go? I'm SO happy, I can't quit smiling! Then David surprises me with the banner that Gates and Janet had made for me. "Coast To Coast Finish Line". How fun!! We take lots of pictures, hug each other's sweaty selves, and marvel in the moment. I'm making mental memories, knowing this is a special time in my life.
As the dust settles from the excitement, I realize just how hungry I am. Let's go eat! No more "cart food" for me. I really want Qdoba....a quesadilla. And there's one nearby. Yay! But there's one more thing to do. We must find a new owner for a Bob Ironman Running Stroller. Hmmmm. Let's see, who around here looks like they 'need' one? We are walking toward a mom, with her baby (1 yr old?) in what looks to be like a stroller a child would put her own baby doll in. We stop her and ask her if she'd like our stroller? She's shocked. She says, "Free?". Yes, free. She tells us she knows those strollers are around 300.00, new, as she's "looked it up on the internet". We explain what I had used it for, and told her we'd like her to have it. She tells us she has four kids, and could really use it. She hugs us, and I look down, and her little girl (in the "baby toy" stroller) is holding her arms out, extended, as if asking for a hug, too. I hug her, and she hugs me tight, right back. She's so little! I forget what it's like to have a child so young. Her mom places her blanket in the Bob stroller (after we show her how to fold it up and back out). She picks up her little Layla, and puts her in the Bob stroller. Layla likes it. Lots of room!! We begin to part ways, all of us happy as can be. I'm waving goodbye to Layla, sitting in my stroller, that took me across the U.S.......and she's blowing me kisses. This is all almost too much. God is good. He placed them in our path today. It was meant to be. I could not ask for a better home for my "cart".
After that event, we all feel complete, and ready to move on. The Finish Line is done, the stroller has found a new home, and it's time to celebrate - so let's eat a warm meal! We actually drive, as I'm in a car, to Qdoba. I need to get used to this again. I, myself. haven't driven in 78 days! We eat, and talk about the day. Sheryl has done many miles to be there for me in these last few days. David has made sure I have everything I need. For 75 days, it was just me. I love having them around! Thank you both, for finishing this trek with me. What a blessing.
I thought I would have mixed feelings about the finish, but have found myself relaxed about it. I'm starting to understand I won't run tomorrow. I won't be on the side of any road. There's a part of me that's sad about that, but I'm mostly feeling happy. Happy that I was able to compete this journey, healthy, and take everyone with me. We did it together. We never wavered, we never thought we would quit, and I realize nothing is out of reach. Yes, there was sacrifice involved, hard times, and long days. Yet, the benefits far outweigh any of those things. I meet amazing, wonderful, kind and helpful people along the way, I saw our beautiful United States first hand, and found out what I am capable of.
My blog tomorrow will be a continuation of this transition from road to real life. I need to sort out my feelings and emotions. I look forward to letting you know how I will do this. Things don't just bounce back to "as they were". This adventure has me looking at life differently. I look forward to being able to put that into words.
Until tomorrow, thank you for all the kind words upon my arrival into Virginia Beach. I appreciate you very much.
Cyndi
Sheryl and I started down the road, this morning, in the dark. The roads were silent, as it was hardly 3 am. We had our flashlights, blinking red light on the cart, and a goal of Virginia Beach on my mind. Today is the day. I've spent the last three days processing this "finish". I've been trying to tell myself that it's okay that I finish. I do confess to 'dragging my feet' a bit - at times - today, because it's hard for me to let this adventure end. As the day went on, I was finally ready to give myself permission to let this process come to a close. Sheryl and I had a wonderful time moving down the road, talking and looking forward to Virginia Beach. I don't know where the time went, but before I knew it, 30 miles were behind us. After a few more miles, we are close to 83rd St on Virginia Beach. That's the first beach access there in Virginia Beach. Around this time, Sheryl decided to hop in the car. She's gone almost 90 miles in the last 4 days, and it's time for her to give her body a break. I appreciated her being my partner for today, and the two days prior. She's been a real trooper! Great job, Sheryl!
At this point, it's been around 33 miles, and I only have about 7 more. I keep moving. There's a couple of turns coming up, as I'll go from US60, to Atlantic Ave, to a access road, to the Boardwalk. Along this part, I meet Rob. He's a friend of John's who lives in Virginia Beach. His wife had spotted me coming into the area, and alerted Rob. He brought his camera, came out to find me, and we talked for awhile. I continued on, looking forward to getting to the Boardwalk. I finally make it there, and I know David and Sheryl are around somewhere. I pass the King Neptune sculpture on the Boardwalk, and it's gi-normous! I keep going, as I want to go on down the Boardwalk. I see, up ahead, Sheryl and David! They will go down the Boardwalk, with me, for the final distance. We all three continue. Once we get towards the end, we decide on a "spot". That's has a two-fold meaning. It's time for my Spot satellite tracking device to ping me, and it's time to understand that this is my finishing spot. I'm now "official"! I have crossed from Venice Beach , CA to Virginia Beach, VA. It's like a dream. Where did the time go? I'm SO happy, I can't quit smiling! Then David surprises me with the banner that Gates and Janet had made for me. "Coast To Coast Finish Line". How fun!! We take lots of pictures, hug each other's sweaty selves, and marvel in the moment. I'm making mental memories, knowing this is a special time in my life.
As the dust settles from the excitement, I realize just how hungry I am. Let's go eat! No more "cart food" for me. I really want Qdoba....a quesadilla. And there's one nearby. Yay! But there's one more thing to do. We must find a new owner for a Bob Ironman Running Stroller. Hmmmm. Let's see, who around here looks like they 'need' one? We are walking toward a mom, with her baby (1 yr old?) in what looks to be like a stroller a child would put her own baby doll in. We stop her and ask her if she'd like our stroller? She's shocked. She says, "Free?". Yes, free. She tells us she knows those strollers are around 300.00, new, as she's "looked it up on the internet". We explain what I had used it for, and told her we'd like her to have it. She tells us she has four kids, and could really use it. She hugs us, and I look down, and her little girl (in the "baby toy" stroller) is holding her arms out, extended, as if asking for a hug, too. I hug her, and she hugs me tight, right back. She's so little! I forget what it's like to have a child so young. Her mom places her blanket in the Bob stroller (after we show her how to fold it up and back out). She picks up her little Layla, and puts her in the Bob stroller. Layla likes it. Lots of room!! We begin to part ways, all of us happy as can be. I'm waving goodbye to Layla, sitting in my stroller, that took me across the U.S.......and she's blowing me kisses. This is all almost too much. God is good. He placed them in our path today. It was meant to be. I could not ask for a better home for my "cart".
After that event, we all feel complete, and ready to move on. The Finish Line is done, the stroller has found a new home, and it's time to celebrate - so let's eat a warm meal! We actually drive, as I'm in a car, to Qdoba. I need to get used to this again. I, myself. haven't driven in 78 days! We eat, and talk about the day. Sheryl has done many miles to be there for me in these last few days. David has made sure I have everything I need. For 75 days, it was just me. I love having them around! Thank you both, for finishing this trek with me. What a blessing.
I thought I would have mixed feelings about the finish, but have found myself relaxed about it. I'm starting to understand I won't run tomorrow. I won't be on the side of any road. There's a part of me that's sad about that, but I'm mostly feeling happy. Happy that I was able to compete this journey, healthy, and take everyone with me. We did it together. We never wavered, we never thought we would quit, and I realize nothing is out of reach. Yes, there was sacrifice involved, hard times, and long days. Yet, the benefits far outweigh any of those things. I meet amazing, wonderful, kind and helpful people along the way, I saw our beautiful United States first hand, and found out what I am capable of.
My blog tomorrow will be a continuation of this transition from road to real life. I need to sort out my feelings and emotions. I look forward to letting you know how I will do this. Things don't just bounce back to "as they were". This adventure has me looking at life differently. I look forward to being able to put that into words.
Until tomorrow, thank you for all the kind words upon my arrival into Virginia Beach. I appreciate you very much.
Cyndi
Day 78 Begins
This is it. I will head out the motel door today for Virginia Beach. Sheryl will be by my side. I really appreciate her being with me! There are still many miles to cover, and having a companion is priceless, esp your own sister. For her to come out, and get on the side of the road, and run more miles than she ever has, is not easy. Thank you!
My other reward is having David, as my crew, to guide me with the route, mention turns, and provide much-needed drink and food support. My last couple of days on the road have been easy. He's been there, to make sure I have what I need. He's thinks of things ahead of time, and this allows me to focus on getting down the road, and enjoy the things around me more. It's been a small adjustment, as I'm used to "taking care of me". The team approach is a perfect ending to this journey. What more could I ask for?! Thank you, sweetie! You are the best crew ever.
I talked to John last night. He was planning on arriving in Powhatan last night. He wants to finish in under 80 days, and may need to go overnight, the last night, to do so. I can hear it in his voice, he's looking forward to these last few days. He gave me advice on the route, and areas where he may deviate from US60 here and there. He says that once I hit the Boardwalk in Virginia Beach, whether it's at 80th St or 39th St......I can touch the water and will have gone coast to coast. Beach to Beach. I'm not sure this morning where I will consider my actual "stopping" point. I'll probably decide once I get there, and see just that "right" spot. That will be a fun decision today! US60 ends at the end of the Boardwalk, and I can pick anywhere along there to HOP in the water!! It's going to be a fantastic moment to share with David and Sheryl.
What will I do after that? At this time, I'm really not sure?! I'll want to eat a good meal, shower, get my hair cut, and walk around Virginia Beach. I've heard many great things about it. I'm looking forward to being in a city - without my cart. Going in a store, without my cart. That's going to be so odd. Like a regular person, again. I'll miss having "my home" with me, all the time. Everything always at my fingertips.
I wanted to say "Hello" to you all before I finish today. We are going to get there together.
Let's go do this,
Cyndi
My other reward is having David, as my crew, to guide me with the route, mention turns, and provide much-needed drink and food support. My last couple of days on the road have been easy. He's been there, to make sure I have what I need. He's thinks of things ahead of time, and this allows me to focus on getting down the road, and enjoy the things around me more. It's been a small adjustment, as I'm used to "taking care of me". The team approach is a perfect ending to this journey. What more could I ask for?! Thank you, sweetie! You are the best crew ever.
I talked to John last night. He was planning on arriving in Powhatan last night. He wants to finish in under 80 days, and may need to go overnight, the last night, to do so. I can hear it in his voice, he's looking forward to these last few days. He gave me advice on the route, and areas where he may deviate from US60 here and there. He says that once I hit the Boardwalk in Virginia Beach, whether it's at 80th St or 39th St......I can touch the water and will have gone coast to coast. Beach to Beach. I'm not sure this morning where I will consider my actual "stopping" point. I'll probably decide once I get there, and see just that "right" spot. That will be a fun decision today! US60 ends at the end of the Boardwalk, and I can pick anywhere along there to HOP in the water!! It's going to be a fantastic moment to share with David and Sheryl.
What will I do after that? At this time, I'm really not sure?! I'll want to eat a good meal, shower, get my hair cut, and walk around Virginia Beach. I've heard many great things about it. I'm looking forward to being in a city - without my cart. Going in a store, without my cart. That's going to be so odd. Like a regular person, again. I'll miss having "my home" with me, all the time. Everything always at my fingertips.
I wanted to say "Hello" to you all before I finish today. We are going to get there together.
Let's go do this,
Cyndi
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Day and Night 77 - Loving this!
As I start my 77th day on the road, it is 3 am, and I'm with my sister, Sheryl. We start early, mostly due to the fact it's going to be 99 degrees today, and at least 40 miles is on the agenda. It's well worth the lack of sleep to move down the road : 1) with less traffic, 2) being able to be on the road (because there's no shoulder for the first 15-20 miles, and 3) no sun beating down. We will head towards Williamsburg, with the final destination as Newport News.
As we begin, it's quiet outside. Very few cars. The likelihood of someone calling the police is lessened. We enjoy being on the road. There's multiple times we hear rumbling in the trees/woods to the side of us. It's probably just deer, but you can't help but wonder? We are going to get as many miles in, at a decent pace, before traffic - and the heat - get to us. We are chatting, and enjoying the moment. How many times in life does this happen?! I would tell you it's cool outside, but it's not. It's warm, muggy and humid. That's okay, as I'm a fan of hot weather.
As we come in Williamsburg, we are able to get on the sidewalk, for some of the time. (Williamsburg is such a cute town! I really love the "look" of it. It receives a high rating from me.....clean, well-kept). I'm always happy when I'm in a town, and there's decent sidewalks. It's safe, and the morning traffic is not disrupted. It's a win-win. We move on towards Newport News. To my surprise, Newport News is only 5-7 miles down the road. The interesting thing is the city is almost 20 miles long down US60! So, I'm in it quick, but in it for most of my miles today. Best part? Lots of sidewalks AND shade!! I'm loving this. After yesterday's ordeal of being in the grass for miles, this day is a breeze. As we come into Newport News, the temperature is ramping up fast. Sheryl decides to cool down in the car with David, as I keep moving. Great job, Sheryl! That was well more than a marathon. Awesome job!!
The sidewalk continues, shade off and on, I have plenty to drink, and I move. I have my "cadence" music going to keep me consistent in this blazing heat. I'm feeling great, my feet are cooperating (no new rubbing spots!), and I'm just moving through Newport News easily. I'm so excited to be there. I just need to keep going through the city as much as possible. While I'm out there, David and Sheryl go on down toward Virginia Beach, to check the route out. There's a tunnel that I'm not allowed to go through on foot. Both John and I will each have to ride through it. That's just the way it is. Like the bridge back across the Mississippi River. Some areas are off limits to pedestrians, and options are nill. It's not the end of the world, as we have come to accept the things we can't control. After the tunnel issue, I will be back out on the road, and onto US60 heading to Virginia Beach, tomorrow!
So, while David and Sheryl are out scoping the course, I'm moving down US60 through Newport News. After about a total of 40 miles, I call it a day, today. We are staying at the Key West Motel here. Yes, it's hopefully, the last motel I will be in for awhile. (I'm hoping to stay in a hotel tomorrow night!!!). That will leave around 35-ish miles tomorrow.
If your thinking what I'm thinking, it's surreal that tomorrow is the final day. I'm excited, I'm sad, I'm happy, and I'm relieved. My emotions are all over the map. I know my husband will be glad it's all over, as his worrying can cease. He never dreamed I would be alone, out here, for so much of this trek. It's shown me I have the ability to care for myself, to face my fears, to trust the process, how deep my faith is, and the ever-lasting good nature of people. What I thought this trek was going to "be like", has been far from that. Reality is shocking. I learned that I'm stronger than I ever imagined. And I don't just mean strong-smelling.
I'm relaxed tonight, as I prepare mentally for tomorrow. I'm physically ready, after 77 days, my body is well trained for the miles. Our bodies are machines. As long as our mind says we can do it, we can do it. I'm preparing my mind to accept that this adventure is ending. That will be a process in itself. And on-going. I love it so much, it's going to be hard to let go of this trip.
Hygiene report:
The Key West Motel has laundry facilities! I wash my running clothes.....for the last time. They have a stintch to them that will never wash out. I will have to discard them after tomorrow. My running shoes are horribly smelly, as well. And my right pinky toe has wore a hole right through the shoe. There's a hole in my shoe. They just need to make it one more day. I'm on my last pair of socks. How did I do that?! This will be the last time I apply multiple band aids to my feet in the morning. I showered in a shower, standing on a towel, for fear of who-knows-what, for the last time. My who-knows-how-this-coffee-will-taste question will no longer be a daily question. Drinking warm drinks will become a thing of the past. And wearing the same thing for 78 days will cease.
But what about my cart? I'm not planning on taking it back to Texas. It now has approximately 3100 miles on it. Will someone on Virginia Beach want it?
Many things to consider!
It won't surprise you to know I'm going to start early in the morning, again. This time, I will go out this motel door at 2:30am. I will have mixed emotions. Mostly, excitement, though. I'll think about the days, the miles, and how fast it has gone by. I'll be thinking about all the people I met, and how everyone has helped me, and supported me, in a trek that seems unconventional by most. The question of "Why?" may never have a definitive answer. And that's okay.
I'm happy to have family here to see me through this. I need them. They fuel me. And the day will be a special one. I'll never forget it, I feel sure. But it's going to be the journey that stays in my heart.
See you tomorrow,
Cyndi
As we begin, it's quiet outside. Very few cars. The likelihood of someone calling the police is lessened. We enjoy being on the road. There's multiple times we hear rumbling in the trees/woods to the side of us. It's probably just deer, but you can't help but wonder? We are going to get as many miles in, at a decent pace, before traffic - and the heat - get to us. We are chatting, and enjoying the moment. How many times in life does this happen?! I would tell you it's cool outside, but it's not. It's warm, muggy and humid. That's okay, as I'm a fan of hot weather.
As we come in Williamsburg, we are able to get on the sidewalk, for some of the time. (Williamsburg is such a cute town! I really love the "look" of it. It receives a high rating from me.....clean, well-kept). I'm always happy when I'm in a town, and there's decent sidewalks. It's safe, and the morning traffic is not disrupted. It's a win-win. We move on towards Newport News. To my surprise, Newport News is only 5-7 miles down the road. The interesting thing is the city is almost 20 miles long down US60! So, I'm in it quick, but in it for most of my miles today. Best part? Lots of sidewalks AND shade!! I'm loving this. After yesterday's ordeal of being in the grass for miles, this day is a breeze. As we come into Newport News, the temperature is ramping up fast. Sheryl decides to cool down in the car with David, as I keep moving. Great job, Sheryl! That was well more than a marathon. Awesome job!!
The sidewalk continues, shade off and on, I have plenty to drink, and I move. I have my "cadence" music going to keep me consistent in this blazing heat. I'm feeling great, my feet are cooperating (no new rubbing spots!), and I'm just moving through Newport News easily. I'm so excited to be there. I just need to keep going through the city as much as possible. While I'm out there, David and Sheryl go on down toward Virginia Beach, to check the route out. There's a tunnel that I'm not allowed to go through on foot. Both John and I will each have to ride through it. That's just the way it is. Like the bridge back across the Mississippi River. Some areas are off limits to pedestrians, and options are nill. It's not the end of the world, as we have come to accept the things we can't control. After the tunnel issue, I will be back out on the road, and onto US60 heading to Virginia Beach, tomorrow!
So, while David and Sheryl are out scoping the course, I'm moving down US60 through Newport News. After about a total of 40 miles, I call it a day, today. We are staying at the Key West Motel here. Yes, it's hopefully, the last motel I will be in for awhile. (I'm hoping to stay in a hotel tomorrow night!!!). That will leave around 35-ish miles tomorrow.
If your thinking what I'm thinking, it's surreal that tomorrow is the final day. I'm excited, I'm sad, I'm happy, and I'm relieved. My emotions are all over the map. I know my husband will be glad it's all over, as his worrying can cease. He never dreamed I would be alone, out here, for so much of this trek. It's shown me I have the ability to care for myself, to face my fears, to trust the process, how deep my faith is, and the ever-lasting good nature of people. What I thought this trek was going to "be like", has been far from that. Reality is shocking. I learned that I'm stronger than I ever imagined. And I don't just mean strong-smelling.
I'm relaxed tonight, as I prepare mentally for tomorrow. I'm physically ready, after 77 days, my body is well trained for the miles. Our bodies are machines. As long as our mind says we can do it, we can do it. I'm preparing my mind to accept that this adventure is ending. That will be a process in itself. And on-going. I love it so much, it's going to be hard to let go of this trip.
Hygiene report:
The Key West Motel has laundry facilities! I wash my running clothes.....for the last time. They have a stintch to them that will never wash out. I will have to discard them after tomorrow. My running shoes are horribly smelly, as well. And my right pinky toe has wore a hole right through the shoe. There's a hole in my shoe. They just need to make it one more day. I'm on my last pair of socks. How did I do that?! This will be the last time I apply multiple band aids to my feet in the morning. I showered in a shower, standing on a towel, for fear of who-knows-what, for the last time. My who-knows-how-this-coffee-will-taste question will no longer be a daily question. Drinking warm drinks will become a thing of the past. And wearing the same thing for 78 days will cease.
But what about my cart? I'm not planning on taking it back to Texas. It now has approximately 3100 miles on it. Will someone on Virginia Beach want it?
Many things to consider!
It won't surprise you to know I'm going to start early in the morning, again. This time, I will go out this motel door at 2:30am. I will have mixed emotions. Mostly, excitement, though. I'll think about the days, the miles, and how fast it has gone by. I'll be thinking about all the people I met, and how everyone has helped me, and supported me, in a trek that seems unconventional by most. The question of "Why?" may never have a definitive answer. And that's okay.
I'm happy to have family here to see me through this. I need them. They fuel me. And the day will be a special one. I'll never forget it, I feel sure. But it's going to be the journey that stays in my heart.
See you tomorrow,
Cyndi
Monday, June 15, 2015
Night and Day 76 - I'm SO excited!
I saw another sign for Virginia Beach today.....90 miles. I'm just not sure what to think. I'm bubbling inside. I have mixed feelings. I am moving down the road "on a mission ". And I have a partner with me, Sheryl. She flew in, and David dropped her off on the road not long after he picked her up at the airport. I had just run by the Richmond airport! I had also done many of my miles, for the day. So she and I would finish it out. Maybe around 13-15 miles total. We got it done, but not without some excitement - fun and unfun. The "fun" was when Sheryl and I went by a Star Motel (different one than one I had stayed at in another town. Who knew there was two "Star Motel"'s out here?). There was a pretty young woman, and three children, walking down the driveway to the road. It was Mrs Rose, and her 3 children!! There they were! This is the wife of Andrew Rose, and their two daughters and son. (By the way, the children are beautiful!). This is the family who granted me the fabulous stay at The Greenbriar! And here they are! It just gets better. They are so nice, so kind, and I loved meeting them. I had SO wanted to tell them "thank you" in person. The Greenbriar is certainly a highlight of my trek. Just know how very much I appreciated it. So I meet their daughters, and also, Gabriel, their son. He's just a great young man. He asked for my autograph, and I was so impressed by him. I really would have loved to sit down and talk to them all, for awhile. I hear they are very active, and have done triathlons, etc. I hope one day to meet them again, when I have time to talk. I would enjoy that. Mrs Rose is super sweet, as she and the children have brought me 1) a glass of tea, and 2) a quesadilla! From Moe's (where I ate the night before - and loved it). It was all so wonderful. They are a super-neat family, and I appreciate them thinking of me, and bringing me my two favorite things. I cannot thank this family enough - for ALL you've done for me. I am most grateful. Your generosity and thoughtfulness is overwhelming. Thank you. We ate that quesadilla right away. Shery and I ate it - quicker than quick-ity quick. Gone, delicious, and perfect timing. My tea was just as good! Please tell the kids how much we enjoyed it all, and thank you for coming out to see me. What a nice surprise!
UnFun Part? We were not much further down the road, when the police "pulled us over". It was kinda fun that Sheryl got to experience this phenomenon. It happens way too often. People call and report to them "there's a lady pushing a baby down the highway in the road!". Please. This officer could tell I had had this occur one too many times. He was not exactly kind, and I'll leave the details out, but say that I just have to say "Yes, sir". And let them say all their words, and try to get back on the road. It's their job, some are nicer than others. He was not so nice. We mended our uneasy start, and ended peacefully, and happy. Off we went.
It's hot and humid, we have no shoulder, and are moving in the grass. The officer threatened us: "If we get back on their highway again, blah, blah, blah." So until I leave "his" county.....I have to push my cart in the grass.
I finish my (approximate) 40 miles, and decide to call it a day. All three of us look forward to getting to the motel. We are staying at a Quality Inn, and it's surprisingly nice! Yay! AND, there's a Mexican food place next door. We must have another quesadilla. It's Sheryl's favorite, too. After all, we are sisters.
Hygiene report:
I showered the 16 layers of sunscreen off of me. I actually shaved my legs, watch out. I had to pop a blister on one of my toes, and get it ready for tomorrow. The grass/gravel today really does a number on my feet. My feet are fragile, sweaty, hot, and ready for a break. I'll give them that in about 90 more miles.
What a fun day! David is here, helping me by getting me food/drink, and cheering me on. Sheryl is by my side on the road, getting her fair share of blisters. (I'm sorry about that). This is all motivating, fun, exciting and renewing my soul. I'm refreshed, and ready to make this happen. I've been alone for so long, that having them with me is much-needed and wonderful, in every way.
Thank you Mrs Rose (and Andrew!), and sweet children, for your unending generosity. Thank you, David, for being there for me - every step I've taken, AND through all my phone calls : crying - and laughing. Thank you, Sheryl, for being by my side as I finish this trek. Thank you, my fellow friends and family for going on this grand adventure with me. Let's finish it out, and relish every last mile and every last moment.
It's about all of us - doing this. You hung in there with me through the good and bad. You gave me your support, kind words, and encouragement. It seems fitting we all enjoy these last 90 miles together.
See you in the morning! It's going to be 99 degrees tomorrow. Let's start at 3 am, okay? Okay.
Cyndi
UnFun Part? We were not much further down the road, when the police "pulled us over". It was kinda fun that Sheryl got to experience this phenomenon. It happens way too often. People call and report to them "there's a lady pushing a baby down the highway in the road!". Please. This officer could tell I had had this occur one too many times. He was not exactly kind, and I'll leave the details out, but say that I just have to say "Yes, sir". And let them say all their words, and try to get back on the road. It's their job, some are nicer than others. He was not so nice. We mended our uneasy start, and ended peacefully, and happy. Off we went.
It's hot and humid, we have no shoulder, and are moving in the grass. The officer threatened us: "If we get back on their highway again, blah, blah, blah." So until I leave "his" county.....I have to push my cart in the grass.
I finish my (approximate) 40 miles, and decide to call it a day. All three of us look forward to getting to the motel. We are staying at a Quality Inn, and it's surprisingly nice! Yay! AND, there's a Mexican food place next door. We must have another quesadilla. It's Sheryl's favorite, too. After all, we are sisters.
Hygiene report:
I showered the 16 layers of sunscreen off of me. I actually shaved my legs, watch out. I had to pop a blister on one of my toes, and get it ready for tomorrow. The grass/gravel today really does a number on my feet. My feet are fragile, sweaty, hot, and ready for a break. I'll give them that in about 90 more miles.
What a fun day! David is here, helping me by getting me food/drink, and cheering me on. Sheryl is by my side on the road, getting her fair share of blisters. (I'm sorry about that). This is all motivating, fun, exciting and renewing my soul. I'm refreshed, and ready to make this happen. I've been alone for so long, that having them with me is much-needed and wonderful, in every way.
Thank you Mrs Rose (and Andrew!), and sweet children, for your unending generosity. Thank you, David, for being there for me - every step I've taken, AND through all my phone calls : crying - and laughing. Thank you, Sheryl, for being by my side as I finish this trek. Thank you, my fellow friends and family for going on this grand adventure with me. Let's finish it out, and relish every last mile and every last moment.
It's about all of us - doing this. You hung in there with me through the good and bad. You gave me your support, kind words, and encouragement. It seems fitting we all enjoy these last 90 miles together.
See you in the morning! It's going to be 99 degrees tomorrow. Let's start at 3 am, okay? Okay.
Cyndi
Night 75 / Day 76 - Sheryl 's arrival
Night 75 was spent in Midlothian, VA. What makes this ironic is that my sister, Sheryl, is arriving today (David will pick her up at the airport), and she lives in Midlothian, Texas. She will finish these final miles with me.
But first, yesterday.......I will tell you, being out of the mountains makes things easier. Pushing my cart up those mountains, was brutal, and puts a lot of pressure on my back. I noticed today, how that goes away so quickly. I stand up straighter, and the rolling roads are my friend. This is the first day I had someone here to "crew" me! I have been self-supported, and used to "thinking" about it all. With David here, I still have my cart, with food/drinks, etc, so I only need minimal things. I was treated to him getting me a Subway sandwich. Wow - this is easier with somebody else gathering things for me. He made sure I always had something to drink (extra), and was around every 5-10 miles. He went ahead to check in the motel, gather more supplies, put things inside the motel room, and on-call if I need anything. I love having this luxury, but I love having him "around me" somewhere, even more.
I headed out from Sprouces Corner area early, and would see David about 3-4 hours later. I'm good for quite a while, on my own. David packed the car, got himself breakfast, and eventually came looking for me on US60. He was not far down the road, he and his lead foot, and sure enough, was stopped by the police. He went up and over a hill, zooming along.....and BAM! Caught. The police pulled him over, and David was very nice. He recognized to the officer that he was going too fast (68 in a 55), and explained what I was doing, and explained he was trying to catch up to me. They talked a bit, the officer went to "run" his license, and came back to the car. He asks David, " Do you think you might have a problem with your speedometer?". David was caught off guard, but played along. (The officer had verbalized to David that he was grateful David was so nice about it all)). David's response was that it was a rental, so he "can't be sure?". The officer then gave David a ticket for a "faulty speedometer ". And that he would need to have it "checked". It's a $30.00 ticket- instead of hundreds - for the speeding ticket. That was nice!! Mr Lead Foot sure got lucky with that creative and thoughtful officer.
The day was smoking hot and humid. It was good, though. I enjoyed the new "rolling" terrain! I just kept moving. I saw the sign, at one point, that said Virginia Beach 142 miles. The reality of it all hit me yesterday. I'm ready. I can do this.
David was kind I to walk back the last 2 miles to walk that in with me, yesterday. I appreciated it so much. I loved being with him. We then got in the car, sweaty selves and all, and went to eat at Moes Mexican place. You know I wanted a quesadilla! Then I had a piece of cake from a grocery store. Back to the motel, and shower. David did my laundry, as they had laundry facilities there. So nice!! I appreciate him doing all this for me!
Fast forward to Monday morning....I'm back on the road early. Making my way across Richmond. I have about 125 ish miles left. OMGoodness. I've not had a lot of time to blog. Time seems to have re-allocated itself. I'm in different mindset. This is really happening.
Going to get down the road while 'the ball of fire' comes calling.
Enjoy your Monday,
Cyndi
Sheryl will be here later this afternoon. She'll need lots of sunscreen and fluids!
But first, yesterday.......I will tell you, being out of the mountains makes things easier. Pushing my cart up those mountains, was brutal, and puts a lot of pressure on my back. I noticed today, how that goes away so quickly. I stand up straighter, and the rolling roads are my friend. This is the first day I had someone here to "crew" me! I have been self-supported, and used to "thinking" about it all. With David here, I still have my cart, with food/drinks, etc, so I only need minimal things. I was treated to him getting me a Subway sandwich. Wow - this is easier with somebody else gathering things for me. He made sure I always had something to drink (extra), and was around every 5-10 miles. He went ahead to check in the motel, gather more supplies, put things inside the motel room, and on-call if I need anything. I love having this luxury, but I love having him "around me" somewhere, even more.
I headed out from Sprouces Corner area early, and would see David about 3-4 hours later. I'm good for quite a while, on my own. David packed the car, got himself breakfast, and eventually came looking for me on US60. He was not far down the road, he and his lead foot, and sure enough, was stopped by the police. He went up and over a hill, zooming along.....and BAM! Caught. The police pulled him over, and David was very nice. He recognized to the officer that he was going too fast (68 in a 55), and explained what I was doing, and explained he was trying to catch up to me. They talked a bit, the officer went to "run" his license, and came back to the car. He asks David, " Do you think you might have a problem with your speedometer?". David was caught off guard, but played along. (The officer had verbalized to David that he was grateful David was so nice about it all)). David's response was that it was a rental, so he "can't be sure?". The officer then gave David a ticket for a "faulty speedometer ". And that he would need to have it "checked". It's a $30.00 ticket- instead of hundreds - for the speeding ticket. That was nice!! Mr Lead Foot sure got lucky with that creative and thoughtful officer.
The day was smoking hot and humid. It was good, though. I enjoyed the new "rolling" terrain! I just kept moving. I saw the sign, at one point, that said Virginia Beach 142 miles. The reality of it all hit me yesterday. I'm ready. I can do this.
David was kind I to walk back the last 2 miles to walk that in with me, yesterday. I appreciated it so much. I loved being with him. We then got in the car, sweaty selves and all, and went to eat at Moes Mexican place. You know I wanted a quesadilla! Then I had a piece of cake from a grocery store. Back to the motel, and shower. David did my laundry, as they had laundry facilities there. So nice!! I appreciate him doing all this for me!
Fast forward to Monday morning....I'm back on the road early. Making my way across Richmond. I have about 125 ish miles left. OMGoodness. I've not had a lot of time to blog. Time seems to have re-allocated itself. I'm in different mindset. This is really happening.
Going to get down the road while 'the ball of fire' comes calling.
Enjoy your Monday,
Cyndi
Sheryl will be here later this afternoon. She'll need lots of sunscreen and fluids!
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Most Recent Common FAQ, Plus a Bonus Question
What is it you do every day, all day?
Mornings are the easiest time:
Eat breakfast
Have coffee, if possible
Fix my feet (band aids, body glide, ointment)
Running clothes on
Take ibuprofen
Organize cart /Pack cart for the day
Check room: Don't forget things in fridge, charging cords, and check motel room real good, each time, so you don't leave something important.
Brush teeth, hair, and first application of sunscreen (so it can start soaking in).
Place items on cart, preferably in their regular spot. That way it's easy to find what your looking for when you get tired. Solar chargers easily accessible, headphones ready, lights on cart, flashlight close-by, satellite tracker ready (batteries fresh?).
Drinks and food out of fridge (if there was one), in cart.
Check motel room again, before you leave it.
Potty inside one more time!
During the Day:
Move down the road!
Possible change of clothes, depending on weather
Eat and drink, as needed - and wanted
Fix feet again, depending on terrain. When it's hot, my feet require more attention. Sweat and wetness create chaffing, which creates blisters.
Apply sunscreen throughout the day
Stop for needed - and wanted - food/drinks
Watch for turns. Watch location, on route, at all times. US60 can turn when your not paying attention, and then your sad because you have to go extra miles. Always watch the route. Always watch it, making up time "on foot" is not fun.
Watch for cars/trucks, all day, every day. Be vigilant in safety, for myself and others.
Talk to those sweet people who stop, and want to help. They have many questions, but become your biggest supporters on the road. They are usually going up and down US60 for work, dr appts, etc, and will probably see you again.
Sometimes I change shoes, during the day.
Stay on top of the route, so I know when towns are coming up, as I may need supplies?
All this stopping for misc things (checking route, eating, etc), takes time.
Final Destination:
This is when I get busy!
Check in motel.
Unpack cart, re-organize from day, as needed. If it has rained, it creates 3 times the "work". Wrap and unwrap in plastic bags.
Venture out to collect supplies from conv store, or at a "grocery " store, if I'm lucky!
Get dinner somewhere, if possible.
Research route for the next day. Is there anything along the way? If not, stock cart. If not sure? Stock cart. Always have plenty of water. Always. (Note: 1 gallon = 8 lbs). While researching route, what total milage to final destination? Is there a safe place to stay? Call motels. Check on any turns. This part is time consuming in the evening, sometimes more than others. The logistics of where I'm going, how far, any turns, any re-routing, will there be food/drink available, what is the terrain like (general), is all my responsibility. Different terrain, and number of towns with conv stores, will require different amounts of food/drink needed. Know what's going to happen. Asking locals is a great way to know what's coming up. I ask them what's in town, and what's coming up on US60. They usually know. Then again, sometimes I wonder if they ever leave their own town.
I plug in my lights, solar chargers and phone to charge. My solar chargers need addt charging in the evening.
I shower (put on lotion, brush teeth, etc), and usually either wash my clothes in the shower with me, or sometimes there are laundry facilities at a motel. After I wash them, I hang them around the room to dry.
Many times, I blog in the evening, while the day is fresh in my mind. But sometimes, I'm too tired.
I ice my shin.
Double check route, and food/drink supplies.
Get things ready to go back in cart.
If it's going to rain, start wrapping some items, and get baggies out for electronics (phone, satellite tracker, etc). Have rain suit ready and close by.
Have breakfast ready (banana and PB). Keep ibuprofen close.
Put flashlight on top of cart for easy access in morning.
I do as much as possible to make the morning easy, by making preparations the night before.
Check tires in cart.
Clean sunglasses, readers and ear phone cord, as they get sweaty and dirty during the day.
There's many things to do, and most of them help make for successful days. Being prepared is the best thing - always. As prepared as I can be!
Do I take any supplements or electrolytes ?
No. Eating and drinking properly, being mindful of what I'm needing, by "listening" to my body, works well for me.
Mornings are the easiest time:
Eat breakfast
Have coffee, if possible
Fix my feet (band aids, body glide, ointment)
Running clothes on
Take ibuprofen
Organize cart /Pack cart for the day
Check room: Don't forget things in fridge, charging cords, and check motel room real good, each time, so you don't leave something important.
Brush teeth, hair, and first application of sunscreen (so it can start soaking in).
Place items on cart, preferably in their regular spot. That way it's easy to find what your looking for when you get tired. Solar chargers easily accessible, headphones ready, lights on cart, flashlight close-by, satellite tracker ready (batteries fresh?).
Drinks and food out of fridge (if there was one), in cart.
Check motel room again, before you leave it.
Potty inside one more time!
During the Day:
Move down the road!
Possible change of clothes, depending on weather
Eat and drink, as needed - and wanted
Fix feet again, depending on terrain. When it's hot, my feet require more attention. Sweat and wetness create chaffing, which creates blisters.
Apply sunscreen throughout the day
Stop for needed - and wanted - food/drinks
Watch for turns. Watch location, on route, at all times. US60 can turn when your not paying attention, and then your sad because you have to go extra miles. Always watch the route. Always watch it, making up time "on foot" is not fun.
Watch for cars/trucks, all day, every day. Be vigilant in safety, for myself and others.
Talk to those sweet people who stop, and want to help. They have many questions, but become your biggest supporters on the road. They are usually going up and down US60 for work, dr appts, etc, and will probably see you again.
Sometimes I change shoes, during the day.
Stay on top of the route, so I know when towns are coming up, as I may need supplies?
All this stopping for misc things (checking route, eating, etc), takes time.
Final Destination:
This is when I get busy!
Check in motel.
Unpack cart, re-organize from day, as needed. If it has rained, it creates 3 times the "work". Wrap and unwrap in plastic bags.
Venture out to collect supplies from conv store, or at a "grocery " store, if I'm lucky!
Get dinner somewhere, if possible.
Research route for the next day. Is there anything along the way? If not, stock cart. If not sure? Stock cart. Always have plenty of water. Always. (Note: 1 gallon = 8 lbs). While researching route, what total milage to final destination? Is there a safe place to stay? Call motels. Check on any turns. This part is time consuming in the evening, sometimes more than others. The logistics of where I'm going, how far, any turns, any re-routing, will there be food/drink available, what is the terrain like (general), is all my responsibility. Different terrain, and number of towns with conv stores, will require different amounts of food/drink needed. Know what's going to happen. Asking locals is a great way to know what's coming up. I ask them what's in town, and what's coming up on US60. They usually know. Then again, sometimes I wonder if they ever leave their own town.
I plug in my lights, solar chargers and phone to charge. My solar chargers need addt charging in the evening.
I shower (put on lotion, brush teeth, etc), and usually either wash my clothes in the shower with me, or sometimes there are laundry facilities at a motel. After I wash them, I hang them around the room to dry.
Many times, I blog in the evening, while the day is fresh in my mind. But sometimes, I'm too tired.
I ice my shin.
Double check route, and food/drink supplies.
Get things ready to go back in cart.
If it's going to rain, start wrapping some items, and get baggies out for electronics (phone, satellite tracker, etc). Have rain suit ready and close by.
Have breakfast ready (banana and PB). Keep ibuprofen close.
Put flashlight on top of cart for easy access in morning.
I do as much as possible to make the morning easy, by making preparations the night before.
Check tires in cart.
Clean sunglasses, readers and ear phone cord, as they get sweaty and dirty during the day.
There's many things to do, and most of them help make for successful days. Being prepared is the best thing - always. As prepared as I can be!
Do I take any supplements or electrolytes ?
No. Eating and drinking properly, being mindful of what I'm needing, by "listening" to my body, works well for me.
Day 75 - Heading to the Richmond area
Good Sunday Morning! What a happy day yesterday was for me! I did just over 40 miles, and David arrived later in the day. We shared dinner together, got ice cream for dessert, then I fell asleep. I need sleep now - more than ever - to rejuvenate my body. My shin is actually getting better. There's still a physical knot there, and some swelling, but it's given up hope on stopping me. Ibuprofen will get me to Virginia Beach.
Today, my plan is around 50 miles, to Midlothian. (This is just outside Richmond). On Monday, I'll go across Richmond, staying on US60. If I was to travel on the interstate, I'd have much less miles to do. But on US60, I still have a ways to go. That's okay, I'm excited about each and every day left.
David dropped me off - at where I stopped yesterday. The name of the road was easy to remember: Scott's Bottom Rd. How funny! He'll go back and hang out a bit (sleep more?), at the motel. I'm fine for hours and hours. I have my cart, with all my needs. Food, drink, etc. It's Sunday morning, and there's actually more traffic at this early hour, than I expected. The bugs have been terrible the last few days, yet today, they are tolerable. I like that! I've got my bug spray on, though. I'm staying out of the grass due to snakes. I have to get in it, to get off the road for cars, but my cart goes first. I've seen them slither off, and glad my cart scares them.
The mountains were tough the last few days. They show no mercy. The area I'm getting into now is more populated, so I feel like bears and scary animals, are less likely to be seen.
I feel like I hit the jackpot, as David got all my supplies yesterday, while I finished moving down the road. I have fresh unsweet tea, fruit, and other misc yummy treats. He took me for a quesadilla last evening. It's been awhile since I've had one. So I'm set! And this time, when he leaves to go back home, I go with him. Can you believe it? I'm still not sure I believe it.
I don't know what your thinking, but I think I'm one lucky girl. Some days have been full of obstacles, but today, it's starting out - better than most! What a great way to feel, so close to the finish.
John is about 1 1/2 - 2 days behind me. He's doing more miles as each day passes, and moving at his fastest pace in quite a while. When I talked to him yesterday, he sounded SO happy! He lives in Virginia Beach, so he is literally "going home". I'm so happy he's doing great!
Hygiene report:
It was extra muggy and bug-y yesterday. I was covered in sweat, bug spray, and sunscreen. Multiple layers of all of that. Poor David, I know, in his head, he did not want to have to hug or touch me much. I don't like being so gross, but it's what I have to do to protect myself from the elements. I actually got in the shower, only taking off my shoes. Fully clothed, socks and all. I've only done this a few times. I shampoo my hair, and start the process of getting some soap all over my clothes. This will help with rinsing them. (No laundry facilities at the motel last night). I eventually get myself, and my clothes, as clean as I can in a motel shower. I'm happy with the results! I'm going to throw everything I have on, away, after I complete this trek. I've wore the same thing each day, and no need to try to keep it. I'm going shopping, with my daughter, Lauren, when I get back!
I need a haircut, a manicure, pedicure, and teeth cleaning from the dentist (I've had a tooth ache for weeks, but will not stop to do anything about it. All the ibuprofen (for my shin), has kept it "at bay". I only told David about it. If I vocalize too many aches and pains out loud, they can become a obstacle, mentally. So I choose to keep many negative things inside my head, and push them away. Just another mental strategy I use to stay focused. And stay more positive, rather than worrying about things that may try to slow me down. Your brain is so strong, using it wisely, helps during tough times. I have found the mental and physical portions of this adventure is equal. If your mind says you can do it, your body responds.
How about my weight? David thinks I've done well, considering the calories I burn each day. He's my gauge, and is good about giving me a "status". I eat a lot! My clothes fit about the same, so I'm okay with that. All's well.
I hope you have a wonderful Sunday!
Cyndi
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Day and Night 74 -My Sweetie Arrives
What a great day! Lots of climbing, followed by a late afternoon of rolling terrain. I had a rain/storm delay in the Buckingham area. But after awhile, I was able to get down the road again.
David flew into Richmond, rented a car, and came down US60 looking for me. He found me! It was so good to see him!!! We caught up briefly, then we decided I would go finish my miles, while he got us a motel, and located dinner. He'll pick me up off the road around 6 pm. (He will drop me off at that exact spot in the morning). Still with my cart. Not yet sure how it's going in a car?? But we'll figure it out. Maybe in the trunk?
We will stay at the Star Motel in Sprouces Corner. I'll make this short tonight. I'm going to spend time with David. Dinner, talking, catching up. I've missed him so much. And I still need to prepare my stuff for tomorrow.
Thanks for understanding,
Cyndi
Heading to the Richmond area tomorrow!!
David flew into Richmond, rented a car, and came down US60 looking for me. He found me! It was so good to see him!!! We caught up briefly, then we decided I would go finish my miles, while he got us a motel, and located dinner. He'll pick me up off the road around 6 pm. (He will drop me off at that exact spot in the morning). Still with my cart. Not yet sure how it's going in a car?? But we'll figure it out. Maybe in the trunk?
We will stay at the Star Motel in Sprouces Corner. I'll make this short tonight. I'm going to spend time with David. Dinner, talking, catching up. I've missed him so much. And I still need to prepare my stuff for tomorrow.
Thanks for understanding,
Cyndi
Heading to the Richmond area tomorrow!!
Day 74 - David will arrival later...
After ending up at the Amherst Motel last night, I was fortunate they had a room. I did have to back track to it, but not far. The rain came just as I arrived. Then the thunder, but I did not see any lightening. It drizzled for awhile last night, and I was glad to be safe and dry.
Hygiene Report:
I showered last night, and boy, did I need it! I washed my clothes in the shower with me. That doesn't get them fresh-smelling anymore. But it gets most of the sweat and dirt out. I really did not want to see David today completely disgusting. It will be just "one" days sweat on me, instead of two.
This leads me to Saturday morning. I head out the door early, and realize my "security" of car and truck noise is not there to scare the bears. I'm scared and re-thinking my decision. At least I won't "see" the bear before it gets me? I comfort myself with the knowledge that daylight will come, but I don't know if that really helped or not?!
There's wetness in the air. It's so wet and humid outside, that it seems as if it's raining off of the trees hanging over the road. I feel wet drops, but it's not from the sky. My hands are wet, everything is. This doesn't really bother me, but it does seem to make it like a rain forest, and with that are flying bugs of all kinds! My best purchase in Amherst yesterday? Bug spray. It only keeps them lessened. They are thick in the valleys. (I'm still going up and down out here). I keep the spray near me, and zap them when need be.
David will be here later today. I'm guessing around 4 pm? It gives me a chance to get many miles in before he arrives.
I've decided to keep my cart on the road with me, with most of my supplies, while he is here, awaiting my finish. It's my security, my protection, as cars see it first (bright yellow cover). Who wants to hit a baby stroller?!
On the road today, I smell pine and lumber. These are the smells we "pay" for at the store, to spray in our homes. The logging trucks are out early, making their loads back and forth to the multiple paper mills I see. I'm cautious getting off the road due to snakes.
It's going to be another day of sweatiness, that's for sure. I don't mind. (I drink lots of water). It's those around me that probably are not fond of my smelly self.
Through tired legs, a fussy right shin, and new blisters.....I keep moving. It's just too beautiful not too. I've been toying with this concept of having to leave the road when I finish. I'm glad I have a few more days to work through it. I'm just going to miss it so much.
Cyndi
Friday, June 12, 2015
Afternoon/Night 73 - Thunderstorms
I really, really, really wanted to go about 15 more miles. It became a no-win situation. Go in the rain/storm.....or stop short of what I wanted to do today. Camping in the rain sounded awful. I was excited about camping down near the river in Gladstone. But it was not meant to be. I had all my supplies for tonight and tomorrow, everything was ready. Except the weather. So instead, I will get up extra early, and make those miles up way faster, than I could have (doing them in the rain, slowly, due to visibility with oncoming cars/trucks). Self-compassion. It's okay, Cyndi. It's just so hard for me to sit still, or stay in one place too long. And that's a hard concept to convey to others.
It did give me a chance to talk to David, though. I am in town (Amherst), and have cell service. If I was back out on the road, I doubt I would have that around here.
David and I have each adapted to a "new normal" in our lives. I was SO homesick when I left, but eventually adjusted, and accepted my time away from home and family. I had to do that to stay mentally strong, and not worry. But this brings up a situation whereby we will need to re-adjust again to our "old-normal". Oh, I have no doubt we will do that, and quicker than I'll realize. But I live a life of "abnormal", right now. I accept that. What I do each day, my thoughts, my activities and my mindset is not something that is always readily understood. Luckily, you guys know what I do, and most of the time, why I do it. I can't believe I'm talking about my "transition" back into my real life. Yet, it will take some time to let go of some of my "new" behaviors I have living on the road. And by myself, living only concerned with my ability to care for me. Its a full-time gig, out here. I took for granted the give and take of a relationship, and what we do for each other. Now, I live my life trying to figure out the logistics, each day, of "caring for myself" out here. And it takes a lot of time to do that. I didn't realize that part ahead of time, before this started. Luckily, I learned from the best....my partner, John. He's a master at this. My success in this trek stems from his knowledge. Thank you, John. I know we haven't been together in a long time out here, but your constant phone support is always helpful and appreciated.
I will continue blogging, after I get home, to document my ability (or inability) to re-join my family, my work, and a regular life. I'll have obstacles, but I'm thinking it should blend well overall. I have such mixed emotions. I love it out here. I have loved everything about this (except the cold rain). I learned more about myself, than I ever expected to. I denied that I would.....but there was more to "me" than I even knew about. I know I'm talking like I've already finished, but I think these thoughts are creeping up as the finish nears. To me, it's not an accomplishment, as much as it's something that I just wanted to do. I just wanted to go across the U.S. on foot. I'm not done.......but I'm getting there.
See you tomorrow, right here!
Cyndi
It did give me a chance to talk to David, though. I am in town (Amherst), and have cell service. If I was back out on the road, I doubt I would have that around here.
David and I have each adapted to a "new normal" in our lives. I was SO homesick when I left, but eventually adjusted, and accepted my time away from home and family. I had to do that to stay mentally strong, and not worry. But this brings up a situation whereby we will need to re-adjust again to our "old-normal". Oh, I have no doubt we will do that, and quicker than I'll realize. But I live a life of "abnormal", right now. I accept that. What I do each day, my thoughts, my activities and my mindset is not something that is always readily understood. Luckily, you guys know what I do, and most of the time, why I do it. I can't believe I'm talking about my "transition" back into my real life. Yet, it will take some time to let go of some of my "new" behaviors I have living on the road. And by myself, living only concerned with my ability to care for me. Its a full-time gig, out here. I took for granted the give and take of a relationship, and what we do for each other. Now, I live my life trying to figure out the logistics, each day, of "caring for myself" out here. And it takes a lot of time to do that. I didn't realize that part ahead of time, before this started. Luckily, I learned from the best....my partner, John. He's a master at this. My success in this trek stems from his knowledge. Thank you, John. I know we haven't been together in a long time out here, but your constant phone support is always helpful and appreciated.
I will continue blogging, after I get home, to document my ability (or inability) to re-join my family, my work, and a regular life. I'll have obstacles, but I'm thinking it should blend well overall. I have such mixed emotions. I love it out here. I have loved everything about this (except the cold rain). I learned more about myself, than I ever expected to. I denied that I would.....but there was more to "me" than I even knew about. I know I'm talking like I've already finished, but I think these thoughts are creeping up as the finish nears. To me, it's not an accomplishment, as much as it's something that I just wanted to do. I just wanted to go across the U.S. on foot. I'm not done.......but I'm getting there.
See you tomorrow, right here!
Cyndi
Day 73 - Camping night?
I leave Buena Vista, and wonder what I'll discover today. I find out, pretty quick, it's more mountains. This time, on US60. So I'm sure the cars and trucks flying by will keep the bears away. The thought itself comforts me. Off I go, in the darkness. The BV police have driven by me 4 times, never stopping me, as I go through their town. But they are making sure I know they're watching. I disappear down US60, and head up the mountain. I'll have several "good" ones to climb today. Miles of them. Bright side? It's a paved highway! My cart is stocked, and I have food for the day. Amherst is about 28-29 miles.....with mountains, so it will take me a bit to get there.
I did not have one stitch of cellular service until I got to Amherst. The climbs are something I'm used to theses days. If it bothers anything on my body the most, it's my back. Pushing the cart up puts a lot of wear and tear on my back. On my way to Amherst, I see NO bears, many deer, and lots of snakes. I heard a rattlesnake in the grass (up to my thigh, grass/weeds), that's probably the first time I realized how close I could be to one. I saw several snakes slither off the side of the road as my cart scared them. I had many people stop, say Hi!, offer water, and give encouragement and support. It's been a good day! Now, I have arrived in Amherst, and it's begun to rain. There's dark clouds, and I'm deciding what to do. I was planning on going on to Gladstone, and camp somewhere. But I'll wTch the weather a short while here, before I head out. I ate at a Subway, and it was very good, as usual. I got me a extra sandwich for dinner.....no matter where I end up?
I've been by myself for many weeks now. Tomorrow is a big day....David will arrive. He'll be around until I finish in Virginia Beach. We haven't worked out all the details, but, we will figure it out as we go. I'm looking forward to seeing him!! It's been far too long. We could actually say on the phone today: See you tomorrow!
I better go and decide what I'm going to do about tonight. Stay here? Go further? Camp? And get supplies, as well.
I most likely will not have cell service once I leave this area.
I hope you've had as fabulous a Friday, as I have had the privilege to have,
Cyndi
I did not have one stitch of cellular service until I got to Amherst. The climbs are something I'm used to theses days. If it bothers anything on my body the most, it's my back. Pushing the cart up puts a lot of wear and tear on my back. On my way to Amherst, I see NO bears, many deer, and lots of snakes. I heard a rattlesnake in the grass (up to my thigh, grass/weeds), that's probably the first time I realized how close I could be to one. I saw several snakes slither off the side of the road as my cart scared them. I had many people stop, say Hi!, offer water, and give encouragement and support. It's been a good day! Now, I have arrived in Amherst, and it's begun to rain. There's dark clouds, and I'm deciding what to do. I was planning on going on to Gladstone, and camp somewhere. But I'll wTch the weather a short while here, before I head out. I ate at a Subway, and it was very good, as usual. I got me a extra sandwich for dinner.....no matter where I end up?
I've been by myself for many weeks now. Tomorrow is a big day....David will arrive. He'll be around until I finish in Virginia Beach. We haven't worked out all the details, but, we will figure it out as we go. I'm looking forward to seeing him!! It's been far too long. We could actually say on the phone today: See you tomorrow!
I better go and decide what I'm going to do about tonight. Stay here? Go further? Camp? And get supplies, as well.
I most likely will not have cell service once I leave this area.
I hope you've had as fabulous a Friday, as I have had the privilege to have,
Cyndi
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Day and Night 72 - Bears, oh my
I'm actually loving these detours and re-routing here in Virginia. I see, smell, and enjoy the scenery of the "back roads" very much. Today, I climbed more mountains, and enjoyed the rolling parts. There was fog all morning, and the backdrop of it in the mountains, was spectacular. And to think the people who live here get to see it everyday. As I've mentioned before, I notice differences from state to state. Virginia is different in many ways, along my route. I can't speak to other areas, and I've not been allowed to be on US60 because it's mostly mixed with the interstate (64). I notice the socio-economic level is higher in regards to housing and businesses. Many parts of US60 in West Virginia seem to be poverty stricken. Interstate 64 has hit those small towns hard there. The roads I've been on in Virginia show me a different lifestyle. One of a stable, lovely and thriving place. As a runner (cyclist), I'd be whipped into shape here, with the ups and downs! The land in Virginia is pristine, and litter is visibly absent. The smells of the fresh morning air is definitely my favorite. The birds sing, so much, that when I'm on the phone, they can hear the birds. Deer are everywhere, and so agile and elegant. Virginia DOT may not always give me a shoulder, but there's room to get off the road (when need be), and the roads are smooth.
More good news? My sister, Sheryl, is flying out Monday to spend some time in the road with me again. David will pick her up at the airport, and pluck her off on the side of the road, with me! I'm always happy to share the road. I want her to run into Virginia Beach with me. Anybody willing to tackle this, certainly deserves the best part!! I don't when "the finish" will be, but it's in the near future. And you all have been with me. I had no idea "my team" would include so many wonderfully supportive friends. Trust me, I need that. This cannot be accomplished alone. My ups and downs have been wide-ranging.....and I don't mean the terrain. I've touched every emotion known to mankind.
Grueling was my word of the day today. I climbed way more than I expected. Here's a summary of my re-route/detour today, due to US60 being the interstate for most of the day:
SR696 / Selma Low Moor Rd
Darkness! Started early, and couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I used my flashlight, and had the red lights on my cart blinking. Rolling terrain and nice temp.
This joined US60 for a short while around Clifton Forge. Terrain is still nice. I'm fooled into a smooth day, not knowing what's coming up ahead on my detour route.
Then, I took a right on Longdale Furnace SR 632/269. Another country road with very little traffic. So far, that's been the theme of the day. At every turn, I do not know what to expect.
My next turn is a right on a obscure road called Collierstown Rd. I almost miss it! It's a one lane road, and looks to be going straight up. It's paved, I start up it. Then, the pavement goes away, and it's a jeep (one car) road. Packed dirt with rocks and gravel. John warned me about this a long time ago, he said he hoped they would have paved it by now. He couldn't remember where it was.....and now, I'm on it. Dang. It's just over 3 miles up, that I pushed my cart up that dirt and gravel. Grueling. This whole mountain took me hours! The down, was not easy. The gravel was thicker, and there were "turns" on the way down. No cellular service, and I'm looking at my map. I didn't think it was going to be quite like this. I turn a couple of times, and this "jeep" road continues. I wonder when it will become paved again? It does eventually, slowly, become paved again. I'm now on Turnpike Rd. for miles, and then it turns to the left as SR672. My "true" final detour. It's yet another one lane road (paved!), that has climb after climb, in the thick forest/mountain. It's so thick, there's very little cell service, my satellite tracker can't reach the sky, and the road is completely shaded. The shade was the blessing of this last, difficult terrain detour. I would be on that road about 10 miles.....until I get to Lexington, where I will get back on my beloved US60. There's very little traffic on this SR672. A car only once in a while. I'm about 6 miles into this wilderness, one lane road, climbing and descending over and over. As I crest a mountain, and start down it, I notice up ahead a animal crossing the road. I think, just another possum. But no, upon further inspection, I notice it's a baby bear. How cute, better get my phone and get a picture. Oh look, there's another baby bear coming on the road. They are rolling around in the road, playing a bit. Just as I think to take the picture, panic overtakes me. I know what's next! Mama Bear. I start slowly backing back up the mountain quietly. And then I see her, she is following behind the baby bears, as they cross the road. I'm paralyzed. I'm quiet. I gently try to push my cart further up the mountain, but she hears - and sees me. She's frozen in the middle of the road. Our eyes meet. She tilts her head. I turn and run. With my cart, I run back up the mountain as fast as I can. I look over my shoulder, and she's taken a couple of steps towards me, but stops. I keep moving away from them. She watches me, then shuffles her babies into the forest, on the other side of the road. They are gone. At least from my site. What do I do? I can't go back down there. I just can't. I try to call David. No luck. My heart is racing. That Mama Bear could have come and caught me. I have food in my cart, and I was not quick back up the mountain. But I'm okay! Yet, now I cannot pass down there. I refuse. As I stand in the middle of the road - in shock about how close I was to the baby bears - and then Mama Bear, a car is coming. I literally wave my hands in panic, and he stops. He asked what's wrong? I tell him, "Bears! There's a Mama and her babies down there! I ran from them." He said calmly, "If course there's bears out here. And it's baby season. This is the most dangerous time, as the mother will defend her babies. It's best that you retreated. She probably saw you moving away from them, and went back into the woods". He volunteered to follow me, in his car, as I moved past that area, and until I felt safe. And he did! I was so grateful for him. I could keep going now. And I can tell you, I worried the last 4 miles in those mountains, about seeing more bears. I called John, and told him he can't go this way. It's just too dangerous. I know he still will.....but at least I told him what's out here.
I make it into Lexington, and I'm still realing from my "near miss". I'm alive! That's my last detour. Thank goodness. I can't do that again, I'm just too scared. I'm getting back on US60, and just in time, there it is!
As I recover, I make my way through Lexington, and stop at Kroger for supplies. I decide, even though it's been a tough day, I'm going to go on to Buena Vista. BV as the locals call it. I do finally arrive there, and check in the Budget Inn. Oh goodie! But it's actually not too bad. And, they have a washer, and I can wash my clothes. I probably pee'd in my pants, back when I saw the bears. And I think I may have had a heart attack. Okay, probably not, but my heart was racing!!
I better prepare for tomorrow, so will close for now. I can't erase that image of Mama Bear looking at me. Stopped, as she's trying to decide what to do. I'm SO glad she went on with her babies.....and not up to me. It was something I will never, ever forget. It's forever etched in my mind. Those detours were pretty, quiet, beautiful, and different......but dangerous.
Cyndi
More good news? My sister, Sheryl, is flying out Monday to spend some time in the road with me again. David will pick her up at the airport, and pluck her off on the side of the road, with me! I'm always happy to share the road. I want her to run into Virginia Beach with me. Anybody willing to tackle this, certainly deserves the best part!! I don't when "the finish" will be, but it's in the near future. And you all have been with me. I had no idea "my team" would include so many wonderfully supportive friends. Trust me, I need that. This cannot be accomplished alone. My ups and downs have been wide-ranging.....and I don't mean the terrain. I've touched every emotion known to mankind.
Grueling was my word of the day today. I climbed way more than I expected. Here's a summary of my re-route/detour today, due to US60 being the interstate for most of the day:
SR696 / Selma Low Moor Rd
Darkness! Started early, and couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I used my flashlight, and had the red lights on my cart blinking. Rolling terrain and nice temp.
This joined US60 for a short while around Clifton Forge. Terrain is still nice. I'm fooled into a smooth day, not knowing what's coming up ahead on my detour route.
Then, I took a right on Longdale Furnace SR 632/269. Another country road with very little traffic. So far, that's been the theme of the day. At every turn, I do not know what to expect.
My next turn is a right on a obscure road called Collierstown Rd. I almost miss it! It's a one lane road, and looks to be going straight up. It's paved, I start up it. Then, the pavement goes away, and it's a jeep (one car) road. Packed dirt with rocks and gravel. John warned me about this a long time ago, he said he hoped they would have paved it by now. He couldn't remember where it was.....and now, I'm on it. Dang. It's just over 3 miles up, that I pushed my cart up that dirt and gravel. Grueling. This whole mountain took me hours! The down, was not easy. The gravel was thicker, and there were "turns" on the way down. No cellular service, and I'm looking at my map. I didn't think it was going to be quite like this. I turn a couple of times, and this "jeep" road continues. I wonder when it will become paved again? It does eventually, slowly, become paved again. I'm now on Turnpike Rd. for miles, and then it turns to the left as SR672. My "true" final detour. It's yet another one lane road (paved!), that has climb after climb, in the thick forest/mountain. It's so thick, there's very little cell service, my satellite tracker can't reach the sky, and the road is completely shaded. The shade was the blessing of this last, difficult terrain detour. I would be on that road about 10 miles.....until I get to Lexington, where I will get back on my beloved US60. There's very little traffic on this SR672. A car only once in a while. I'm about 6 miles into this wilderness, one lane road, climbing and descending over and over. As I crest a mountain, and start down it, I notice up ahead a animal crossing the road. I think, just another possum. But no, upon further inspection, I notice it's a baby bear. How cute, better get my phone and get a picture. Oh look, there's another baby bear coming on the road. They are rolling around in the road, playing a bit. Just as I think to take the picture, panic overtakes me. I know what's next! Mama Bear. I start slowly backing back up the mountain quietly. And then I see her, she is following behind the baby bears, as they cross the road. I'm paralyzed. I'm quiet. I gently try to push my cart further up the mountain, but she hears - and sees me. She's frozen in the middle of the road. Our eyes meet. She tilts her head. I turn and run. With my cart, I run back up the mountain as fast as I can. I look over my shoulder, and she's taken a couple of steps towards me, but stops. I keep moving away from them. She watches me, then shuffles her babies into the forest, on the other side of the road. They are gone. At least from my site. What do I do? I can't go back down there. I just can't. I try to call David. No luck. My heart is racing. That Mama Bear could have come and caught me. I have food in my cart, and I was not quick back up the mountain. But I'm okay! Yet, now I cannot pass down there. I refuse. As I stand in the middle of the road - in shock about how close I was to the baby bears - and then Mama Bear, a car is coming. I literally wave my hands in panic, and he stops. He asked what's wrong? I tell him, "Bears! There's a Mama and her babies down there! I ran from them." He said calmly, "If course there's bears out here. And it's baby season. This is the most dangerous time, as the mother will defend her babies. It's best that you retreated. She probably saw you moving away from them, and went back into the woods". He volunteered to follow me, in his car, as I moved past that area, and until I felt safe. And he did! I was so grateful for him. I could keep going now. And I can tell you, I worried the last 4 miles in those mountains, about seeing more bears. I called John, and told him he can't go this way. It's just too dangerous. I know he still will.....but at least I told him what's out here.
I make it into Lexington, and I'm still realing from my "near miss". I'm alive! That's my last detour. Thank goodness. I can't do that again, I'm just too scared. I'm getting back on US60, and just in time, there it is!
As I recover, I make my way through Lexington, and stop at Kroger for supplies. I decide, even though it's been a tough day, I'm going to go on to Buena Vista. BV as the locals call it. I do finally arrive there, and check in the Budget Inn. Oh goodie! But it's actually not too bad. And, they have a washer, and I can wash my clothes. I probably pee'd in my pants, back when I saw the bears. And I think I may have had a heart attack. Okay, probably not, but my heart was racing!!
I better prepare for tomorrow, so will close for now. I can't erase that image of Mama Bear looking at me. Stopped, as she's trying to decide what to do. I'm SO glad she went on with her babies.....and not up to me. It was something I will never, ever forget. It's forever etched in my mind. Those detours were pretty, quiet, beautiful, and different......but dangerous.
Cyndi
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