20 miles between me and the ocean, that’s it. Is it 20 miles to freedom, or 20 miles left of freedom? I’m not sure.
All I can really think tonight is that this all feels like it’s ending way too fast, like someone just pulled the carpet from under me. I’m conflicted between a runner’s ambitions and an adventurer’s spirit – I want to run fast to the finish and cannot wait to accomplish this goal. But I also want to slow it down, keep the journey going. Any day on the road seemed to be better than most days off the road.
I guess I will just have to start planning the next adventure soon, but for now I’m reminding myself to live the moment and soak up every single sensation and emotion tomorrow. No use losing myself in memories of miles gone by, or getting distracted by plans for the future.
I don’t know how to put it all into words yet, so tonight I’m going to leave the post with another round of lyrics. As I ran my way from state to state, the song “Wagon Wheel” by Old Crow Medicine Shows began to be my traveling tune, the lyrics and spirit of the song reminding me of the journey I myself was on. So I began substituting my own lyrics here and there to fit my run. So if you can, get the song going on your computers, imagine you’re running across the USA, and sing these words with me:
Headed back east to the land of the pine
Running my way into South Caroline
Staring at the road, pray to God I see shoulders
I made it ‘cross the country in 4 short months
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I’m hoping in Charleston I can see my family tonight
Running in the snow, up in New England
I was born to be a runner with a wanderer’s soul
My feet pound the pavement, and my heart feels heavy now
Running back east, south of Roanoke
I met a biker outta ‘Bama, had a nice long talk
But he’s a headed north towards Tennessee and River City, Old Virginny
I got to get a move on, before the sun
I hear the road a-callin’ my name and I know that she’s the only one
And if I die running, at least I will die free