March 25th, 11:45 am, London Heathrow Airport
I am over the waters and finally coming to realize that I am actually doing this. Yesterday I awoke from a deep sleep with knots in my stomach also coming to realize what event was taking place that afternoon. Regardless of my mind being in “wonderland”, I somehow managed to attend my morning classes while also partaking in the discussions. My professors and classmates were all excited for me and I took the time to say “goodbye” to some of the faculty. I left town at 1400; my friend Carl gave me a ride to Denver. Everything else is basically history and now I’m sitting in London waiting with much confusion over the time of day. I fly to Rome, then to Pisa, and from there drive down the road the ancient walled city of Lucca where I will rest at the US National Team house. Already I have attempted to use my computer but realized I only brought an outlet adaptor for Italy and France. However, before leaving Wyoming my future mother-in-law, Cathy, gave me a green, leatherbound notebook to keep track of my travels. So, before this was typed into my blog, it was permanently stained into my book.
While I sit and anticipate the weeks ahead, my excitement is smothered by a weary traveler’s body. Tomorrow I will begin my cycling adventure; riding with new teammates through the hills of Tuscany.
Good luck over there! We’re rootin’ for ya.
The body is an instrument, the mind its function, the witness and reward of its operation.
Nothing fails like success.