Moving on

I have so much I want to tell you guys!

I want to talk about my take-away impressions from my CrossFit story. And my awesome ski-season-prep workout, which has, after about six weeks of concentrated work, already made my legs more powerful and agile. And my upcoming vacation to the Dolomites in Italy. And the fact this upcoming vacation will involve me and Steve skiing around with a guide named Mario. And the fact that the skier-friend who referred us to Mario described him as “the Italian stallion.” And about how after a year in Virginia Beach, we’re moving.

For today, let’s just focus on the latter. For the past year, I’ve been splitting my time between Silver Spring, Md., and a little duplex a block away from the beach in Virginia Beach, Va. I’ve driven back and forth more times than I care to count. I’ve made a bunch of friends who I’ll be sad to leave. I’ve discovered beautiful new running routes I wish I could take with me. But all in all, it’s time to go, and when I head toward D.C. on I-64 for the last time today, I’ll do so with a happy heart, thanks to all the memories of the people and things that have formed a safety net to carry me through the heartaches of the past year.

My runner-friends gathered at Zia Marie’s for a goodbye dinner.

The view on my favorite Virginia Beach run.

What happens next, in the simplest terms possible: Our stuff goes into storage. We go on vacation (see above segment about the Dolomites and Mario the Italian stallion). We finish the 100K Vertical Challenge at Whitetail. We come back to Silver Spring, where I’ll freelance per my usual routine (but without the constant four-hour commutes between there and Virginia Beach). And then—well, I’ll let you know more when we figure it out.