June 1, the day that seemed would never come is just around the corner. Last week self doubt got the best of me, but that’s all behind me now. The more time I spend with my team, the less crazy I feel. I made the right decision. I don’t expect this summer to be easy, but I do expect it to be both fun and rewarding and I’m ready for it all.
We’ve been concentrating on inspiration and motivation recently. Martina sent the team a link to a Lance Armstrong video on the Nike site. I’m sure we’ll be seen in many of the same landscapes…but we’ll be sharing the road with cars. And a clever and sweet contributor included the following poem with her donation:
May you never take a spill
May the road be ever down hill.
May the wind be at your back
May your tires be never flat.
May you ride with grace and speed
And folks (along the way) meet your every need!
I’m going to make the mail drops a static page you can reach from the right navigation menu just so anyone who wishes to write me can find the address with little effort! Turns out I’ll be in Anchorage for a bit longer than anticipated, so if you’d like to send me a note at the end of the line, please do.
I’ve been concentrating my efforts this week on contacting cities to let them know we’re coming and to ask for food and shelter. It’s been an amazing experience, I can’t wait to meet the people with whom I’ve been corresponding across the continent. But, now it’s time for me to organize my life and tie up loose ends so that I don’t return to chaos in August. As challenging as this summer will prove, I anticipate that returning to school and work devoid of some of my closest friends this Fall will bring its own challenges. Good thing I like a challenge!
For those of you who haven’t heard, I’ve gotten myself all worked up about bears. My mom outfitted me with some bear spray last weekend. Talking to more experienced woodsmen has calmed my fears a bit, although word on the street is “you don’t have to ride faster than a bear, you just have to ride faster than Libby.” I had forgotten that I was a bear for Halloween, a bear wouldn’t hurt one of her own, would she?
