(Pardon me for the next bit of word vomit)
November 14th, 2012 ended my seven and a half month trek across the United States of America. And over these past months I have learned that it truly is just that: United.
Sure we share our differences, we have many opinions, views, ideas…but when push comes to shove we pull through it together, we lend a helping hand, we build each other up and propel each other forward. When I looked back at these last 3,400 miles I see a string of people lifting me up, doing anything that they could to make my journey a little easier.
——————————————————————————————————————-I’m not big on crying in public; I’m not big on crying in general…I’m definitely not big on crying while going through security at the Las Vegas Airport. But that is was I did. It was a big, disgusting, sad, scared, horrible cry. I didn’t stop once from the time I left my apartment with my sister until I was picked up on state street by Mr. John Clancy. I wore my sunglasses the entire plane ride, people gave me looks of pity, some even asked if I was alright. You see, I wasn’t alright…I had just said goodbye to my favorite person on earth for almost a year and I was scared to death. But I mean, what would I even tell them? “No, I’m fine, I’m just leaving on this seven month journey to run across America”? Please. No one is going to believe that, and even if they did they would have no clue what to say to me. So I just stuck with a simple response to the questionnaires: “Yeah *sob* *sob* *sob* I’m *wipes snot bubble from nose and wipes it on sleeve of coat* Fine *breaks down in histaria as kind stranger awkwardly walks away*”
Freshly 18 (by a few hours), fresh to the running world (by three years), and pretty fresh to this whole adventure of a lifetime thing (by zero accounts of life threatening adventures). I was scared. But I wasn’t willing to tell anyone this. I’m sure my sister on some level knew (well, she did know…I’m not sure how, it might have been the fact that I kept asking her to break my legs for an entire month prior to me leaving, and it might have been the nightmare I had a week before begging her not to let me go..) I think she knew I was scared before I knew I was scared. She just wasn’t willing to tell me not to go. I know she wanted to tell me to stay home. But she’s not selfish (thank you again, Guildy for not breaking any of my bones), so here I was scared to death on an airplane, crying histerically that I just wanted someone to sedate me, wearing these dumb sunglasses inside of an aircraft. I was so freaking terrified and sad and so many other emotions that all my body could think to do was cry.
And then the plane landed, and I was in Boston. I had just flown all the way across the United States of America, only to run back across three days later. That freaked me out. And unless you’ve been at the starting line of your run across America, you won’t even begin to understand what this feels like. It’s like more than the feeling of the unknown. It’s the feeling of all of the negative thoughts you put into your mind before you left, and it’s the feeling of not letting anyone down because everyone knows that you are running across America now and what if you choke? I couldn’t bare the thought of choking and proving (probably) every single person that knew I was going to run across America, right (let me just say that I know some people legitimately believe I would make it all the way across…just in my mind at this moment, no one believed in me, but I was going to do it anyway). I felt like I was playing for the Chicago Cubs, I had a ton of fans but everyone knew that I wasn’t going to win the world series before they even looked at the roster. They were behind me one hundred percent but they knew I wouldn’t make it all the way and get the big victory at the end.
But then I started running, and my perspective changed, I started to look at my run as a day to day thing rather than a trip of 3000+ miles. I started to realize I was running for all of these people that needed a pair of shoes. And I started to see that people truly believed in me. So I kept running.
To the people that helped me throughout my journey in any way at all: Thank you.
Thank you for caring about me, and worrying about me, and loving me, and making sure I was safe every night. Thank you to those who have supported me from the first day I told them I was going to go.
Thank you to Allie who got to listen to be ramble on for an entire class period about how fun I thought it would be to run across america, and thank you for being like “Rae that would be so freaking awesome, you can totally do that.” because if you wouldn’t have said that to me I never would have emailed my mom and kendall, and I wouldn’t have flown to Boston.
Thank you to Kendall for your concern about me getting eaten by a bear…and thank you for ignoring my pleas to break my legs the entire month before I left, because I know that took a lot of will power to let me go. I love you Ken.
Thanks Mom for taking care of the logistics..and finally getting on board with the whole stroller concept..I love you.
To my sisters and my brother, to my parents (that includes you too bill), and Adam, Thank you for being behind me 100% since I came up with this seemingly ridiculous idea I love you guys so much. I wouldn’t have made it without you.