This marks the one year anniversary of the day Mae and I built a barcalounger and ottoman out of yoga blocks, which wasn't all that comfortable...but was fun to make.
I remember the cab ride to the airport. I had a phone interview with company for which I now work while sitting in the airport terminal. I wasn't nervous, just myself. It doesn’t seem like something I would do—quitting my job, moving to Philly, and then on to Maine without a job, but all is well and worked out. When it is right, it’s just right.
The day after I arrived in Portland, was the Beach to Beacon 10k, and here I am on it’s eve once again. We've been running, but this one feels like it might be a tough one. Keep your fingers crossed for me and O tomorrow morning!