Wednesday, February 23, 2011

On the Road.

I had a grand farewell planned, a post that would poignantly and richly express the feelings I've had about this blog, about Davis, about running, about fundraising, about all of you readers. But then I posted all those photos on the last post, and it about did me in to look at them. Starting to sum up all that this experience has meant was too overwhelming, so I left it to the pictures; the emotion I felt at seeing everyone at the end was almost too much.

So I had planned on a more formal goodbye, one that used this quote from Kerouac's On the Road, one of my all-time favorites(because really, in everyday conversation, slipping in literary references can sometimes be a bit much, but on a blog, it's right on time, right?):

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? — it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

Then I was going to talk about what a crazy venture this has been, and how you've all been a part of it, and how though you've receded on the plain you're still there, with me, and how this world vaults us at every twist and turn but that it's hanging on to hope and the promise of a life lived better because you're in it that keeps us, and me in particular, here.

And then I was going to lean forward, say thanks, and say good-by.

But I'm back on the road, as it were, and ran a half-marathon in Myrtle Beach this weekend with some good friends, one of whom claimed she would never run more than 4 miles, and one who's running Boston in April and Comrades in May. I ran another half-marathon in January with the greatest sister-in-law on the planet, and am running the Atlanta marathon with her in March.

I've missed writing here and I don't know how regular I'll be in the posts, but I think I'd like to start back up again, if for no other reason than posterity's sake and to keep a record of the comings and goings of a running life.

Come on back, if you will, and let's do this thing. Again.