I can’t believe a month has already passed and that my time in Miami is over. It was an amazing 4 weeks of sunshine and beaches and pushing against my fears. I still can’t believe this is my life and how lucky I am to be able to do this trip. I get to be my own boss and work from home and travel wherever I want to. It is amazing and the privilege is not lost on me.
Florida was more amazing than I thought and I barely saw it. There are so many state parks and a handful of national parks. There was so much to do outside and away from people after being closed up in my apartment in Massachusetts for months. The entire time I couldn’t get over the beauty of the vegetation- the trees, flowers, plants- made me feel like I was in Cuba and not the US.
One of my biggest accomplishments while here has been running. I have a love/hate relationship with running, and not for the reasons you might think. I absolutely love running- being outdoors, seeing what my body is capable of, experiencing the changes in seasons day to day, breathing fresh air, and shutting the world off for a bit. I have a ton of anxiety around running- I’m far from home, what if I can’t get back, what if I have a medical emergency, what if I throw up, what if, what if, what if. A big part of this stems from a major panic attack I had on a long run while training for a half marathon I never completed.
I wanted to run in Miami; the weather was perfect and how often does a Boston girl get to run in a tank top in January?? So I ran. And then I ran again. I ran 7 times while in Miami.
Regular running anxiety mixed with travel anxiety and I don’t know a soul who could come rescue me within hundreds of miles of here anxiety and I feel pretty damn amazing about this.
Onto the next adventure.
Where My Feet Are 