The Journey is Better Than the Finish Line

As we fast approach the end of this Transcon it strikes me that this moment—right now—is probably the best part of it. The anticipation, the knowledge that you’re almost there, the realization that you’ve just done a crazy and awesome thing. That you’re still doing it now. That you’re going to finish. That you’re so close.

I expect the finish line to be bittersweet. We’ll be glad that we’re done, but sad that we’ll be leaving our friends who are also our family. For Shacky and I there will be the lure of a new adventure on the horizon, a new project, a new crazy and awesome thing to be done.

In case I get caught up in the flurry of the finish, I wanted to take a quiet moment this morning to thank each and every one of you who have followed, commented, donated, or liked our adventure. If you’ve been lurking but haven’t really commented, please take a moment to shoot us a message or a quick note. We so appreciate you and we couldn’t have done this without your interest. To everyone who hosted us, bought us a meal, donated a hotel room, or gave to our gofundme account—THANK YOU. You are the reason this was possible.

My takeaway from this entire journey has been #community. If I ever doubted in the goodness of humanity, I doubt no longer. Across the country, through every state, in each city, we found generosity and hospitality and understanding and open arms. This is a good, good country. We should be proud.

The fact of this hit me harder than any other person on this journey because I was the one making arrangements for food, lodging, and other needs. I was the connector between runner and host. Between athlete and donor. It was a difficult job but also an easy job because of good people like you.

There were so many more things I wanted to do, especially around media and coverage. But one person can only do so much and my #1 priority was and always is the safety and (relative) comfort of the runners. Sometimes finding a place to spend the night was an all-day job. I’m satisfied that I did as much as I could, and then some.

There were frustrations of course, and hard days. I knew those would come. But they didn’t come as often as I imagined. We were a great team. As I posted on our Facebook page yesterday, my takeaway motto for this entire trip is:

“Have faith in yourself, but also have faith in your brother.”

Yes, sometimes we’ll get bruised or bumped, but more often than not we’ll be pleasantly surprised.

The next town over is never as dangerous as you think.

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