I regret having not posted in a few weeks. My lack of words shouldn't be read as not having anything to say; it's actually the complete opposite. Although Hope Express was just 24 hours long, returning to Philly and to "regular life" was a huge adjustment back to reality..away from the pure magic. I've told people it's like the summer camp effect: time slows down and what normally takes weeks or months to happen occurs in just days, or in our case, hours. Incredible bonds were formed, trust built, and just so much love. It's been so hard for me to share this experience, but I know it's so important, because it's so important to me now, and it's something so special that MUST be shared! I don't want to keep rattling off cliques or generic statements (i.e. excessive use of the A/I adjectives: awesome, amazing, incredible, etc), but it's so difficult to put into words what happened in those 135 miles. It just felt like magic...it was magic.
I've really struggled with maintaining that FEELING of appreciation for life throughout the daily grind. We get so caught up in the little things, it's so easy to lose sight of the big picture. During my middle leg, 3 miles of rolling hills, somewhere in the middle of PA, between 2 and 3am, I felt it. I remember just looking up at the clear sky over and over again, deeply breathing in the night air, just wanting to cry tears of joy, because I felt so incredibly lucky to have the chance to be there, to just run with me and the small lights of the Hummer behind me...and that's it. So peaceful, making it seem all so easy.
Some of my amazing teammates outside Hershey Medical Center!
Taking a break from our dance party on the side of the road :O)
Hugging Morgan at the end of my last leg!
View of BJC from the top of Tussy Mountain!
The Hope Express 2011 Team....more love than even the Feelings Journal could hold
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