The other day as I was having a couging fit, I realized I was about to hit single-digits in the countdown, and the coughing fit got even more heightened.
Six days is not very many. I’ve been in double-digits for months. It has felt very far away. It feels very, very real today.
And what of it? Am I afraid? No, that’s not the right word. Anxious, maybe. Excited certainly. Ready? Um… yes, while this cold has forced me to rest more than I’d intended, I believe I am ready. My bicycle has been tuned up and it is ready. I will spend several hours, I’m anticipating, making sure I don’t leave any important components behind when we leave.
I also feel more at peace with my progress than I thought I would at this stage. I’m heavier than I wanted to be when I left, but that doesn’t get to be something that holds me back at this point. It is where I am, not who I am. Just another step on the journey.