Time to move on
Time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
Under my feet, baby
Grass is growing
Yeah, it’s time to move on
It’s time to get going.
Iris gives the particulars.
You know that feeling when you haven’t run for a while? You know, that restless gotta go gotta go? We’ve been feeling that lately. So we googled “perfect weather beautiful environment where Josh and Iris should live next” and the results page was filled with urls to Port Angeles, WA.
North Carolina has been very good to us. It didn’t have to be. Here we are, a couple of Yankees, running around in goofy running togs. In my case, togs of insufficient coverage of my blindingly white thighs and bare feet. On various barefoot running forums you’ll find threads detailing episodes of hostility directed at the unshod. Not me. No, my Cackalacky (and Virginian) neighbors accepted my exposed toes with varying degrees of amusement and approval. Even the people who thought I was nuts were very friendly about it.
Well, except for one person. Early on in my barefootery I would cross paths with an elderly lady on her walk. She had a long mane of hair, thick make-up (bright red lipstick!), and thicker-soled shoes. She would yell at me sometimes. Unfortunately she passed away before I had a chance to win her over. I was sad to learn that she was gone.
Our new home will feature mountains, rain forest, and ocean. There will be orcas, elk, and saw whet owls.
We don’t have a target date; we just plan to move when the house sells. We could remain in NC for a while, and that’s ok, but it’s a little weird. This is the first house we’ve owned, therefore the first time selling on of the things. When you rent, you give your notice and you’re gone. That’s what we’re used to. Anyway, want to buy a nice 3&2 with a great backyard?
So that’s that. Tomorrow is the PTI 5K on the Runway. That’s where I raced under nineteen minutes for the first time. Tomorrow will be under eighteen. I think. Not by much, certainly. I’ll let you know how it goes.