Even if all I managed was driving to the patrol room and re-stocking my pack, I wasn’t going home to the couch.
With each stone I added, I thought of the people, places, and experiences that make me who I am
Being a terrifying nitrogen nerd is one of my brother’s very few failings, and in this case it turned out to be a great help.
I used to finish races like that so sweaty and happy and exhilarated that I didn’t need any rum to feel like the queen of the world.
There are several “worst parts” about driving across the country.
But I will often retrace the roads and words I’ve taken and exhale, exultant.
Seven years later, I am now in Grand Rapids again, which is a kind of beautiful, full-circle moment.
I care a lot about things like that. I want people to remember good things about me.
But I will say that—for me—being confined to my home has sometimes felt liberating in a small and quiet way.
