July 12th 2008
After much debating and deliberating, I decided to go ahead and do the event which I had signed up for. Somehow, when I booked the departures dates for this, the Alaska trip and Robert's departure to Africa, it had made sense. Clearly, I cannot be trusted when scheduling.
So the plan was this- leave 7 am on Saturday for the bike ride for Chehalis (110 miles away), camp with my new gear to make sure it worked out right, then Sunday ride to Portland (100 miles or so) and have Robert pick me up around 3 PM Sunday, drive back to Seattle, pack our stuff, box the bike and clean the apartment, drop Robert at the airport at 4 AM Monday, sleep for 2 hours, pick up Talya to drop me off at the airport at 7 AM...arrive in Anchorage, AK at noon to decompress before setting out on a two-week jaunt around the state.
To say the least, we were completely shattered by 1 AM on Monday.
After much debating and deliberating, I decided to go ahead and do the event which I had signed up for. Somehow, when I booked the departures dates for this, the Alaska trip and Robert's departure to Africa, it had made sense. Clearly, I cannot be trusted when scheduling.
So the plan was this- leave 7 am on Saturday for the bike ride for Chehalis (110 miles away), camp with my new gear to make sure it worked out right, then Sunday ride to Portland (100 miles or so) and have Robert pick me up around 3 PM Sunday, drive back to Seattle, pack our stuff, box the bike and clean the apartment, drop Robert at the airport at 4 AM Monday, sleep for 2 hours, pick up Talya to drop me off at the airport at 7 AM...arrive in Anchorage, AK at noon to decompress before setting out on a two-week jaunt around the state.
To say the least, we were completely shattered by 1 AM on Monday.
Yet, it all worked out! The STP was long and exhausting, but fun. All my equipment worked out beautifully and I didnt need to get much more than a couple of loose ends. Then, Talya surprised me by giving me the name and number of a wonderful woman named Liz in Anchorage who turned out to be my HQ during the bike trip. She gave me suggestions, rides to the store, airport pick ups/drop offs, and above all, a safety net should something have gone wrong.
So my new motto is an oldie but a goodie- a mantra that has fueled me through numerous endeavors (mostly long distance bike rides), and that is, (not "whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger" although thanks to Mom for reminding me of that one) but:
Whatever you fear, you must do.
So my new motto is an oldie but a goodie- a mantra that has fueled me through numerous endeavors (mostly long distance bike rides), and that is, (not "whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger" although thanks to Mom for reminding me of that one) but:
Whatever you fear, you must do.
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