Remember that house I said we might buy in my last post? Well, we bought it. Then the buyers on our current home decided they really wanted to close quickly, made overtures of allowing us to rent back from them until we closed on our new home, then promptly told us to get the heck out as soon as we agreed to the closing date they wanted. What followed has been the craziest two weeks of whole-home packing and junk purging the world may have ever seen. How were we going to get out of here in time? Where were we going to go? Did we have help? What about storage for the two weeks between closings? What about the dog? Add to all this the fact that our quasi-eviction matched up nearly week-for-week with the end of my half marathon training schedule, and I’ve been on the bus to Crazytown since late last month. I’m not sure it’s showing any sign of slowing down, either.
As I type this, I am swilling coffee in a sleeping bag on an air mattress in our master bedroom, all the furniture having been disassembled. Normally, I would be at school already, but Henry has an awesome case of pinkeye–that impossible-to-avoid scourge of daycares everywhere–that will have him out of school for two days. Mercifully, he’s sleeping in a little, allowing me to regroup from the events of yesterday and last night: a half marathon, and yet another marathon evening of packing.
We have two PODS storage units in our shared driveway. Thank God our immediate neighbors like us, because I’m sure the rest of the neighborhood is thoroughly put out. This afternoon, movers are coming to help us load our life into the two PODS. Tomorrow, the PODS will be whisked away to parts unknown. We’ll see them again two weeks from this Friday on September 27, following our closing. On that day, they’ll be deposited in our new driveway, and we’ll check out of what I’m certain is a very lovely extended stay hotel in Lisle. Oh yeah– and my Mom is coming for a preplanned visit the Tuesday before we close, so, for several days, she, Mark, Henry, and I will be sharing the same studio suite. This air mattress really is the bomb.
While living at the Extended Stay America, I have a 5K race and a bachelorette party to attend to, and we will both continue with our normal work-and-school routines. Then, on the night we arrive at our new home, Mark and I have a wedding. Prediction: we are going to look awesome that night.
Here’s the thing, though: we are getting a beautiful new home– a fact that’s maddeningly easy to lose sight of in all this chaos. I’d love to blog more about all that’s going on (blogging sounds fantastic, actually), but I’m just trying to keep my head above water. When we emerge from all this, I promise: full report on the move, the closings, the new home, and the resolution to Henry’s knock-down with conjunctivitis.
The other thing I’d love to talk about is the half marathon I ran yesterday. Since April, I have been running toward this goal. Having given up running in my second trimester with Henry, it was a pretty big comeback for me; I have never trained with such commitment for anything in my life. Since April, I have missed only two short runs (2 and 3 miles, respectively), and I can now run an entire half marathon at a pace far better than that of the best 5K I’d run coming into this season.
This thing I’ve done has shown me how strong and capable my mind can be and what a remarkable machine my body is. I’ll share more later, but the important thing I want people to know is this: one really can grasp goals previously thought unreachable. Unless there’s a physical limitation–and often, even then– you, too, could run a half marathon. Not that you need to, though. Maybe that’s not your thing. Maybe the impossible goal is dropping the extra weight you’ve been carrying for too many years. Maybe it’s living debt free. Maybe its writing the book that’s living in your head. Maybe it’s buying your first home. Whatever it is, the formula is the same: time, persistence, hard work, and prioritization.
I get it; not everyone can write their magnum opus right now. Believe me, I understand that life has a remarkable ability to get in the way of living. However, there will be a time and a way that you can achieve your goal. Maybe it will take months. Maybe years. But that moment that you realize–two miles from 13.1–that you are going to achieve it? The moment when you realize you are stronger, more capable, and more driven than you ever knew? I promise you, that moment will make every sacrifice along the way worthwhile.
And then you’ll come back to reality–to pinkeye and an air mattress–and realize that all of the stuff in the broad valleys is, in all its mundane-ness, remarkable. After all, that’s the view you had from the mountain top. And what would a mountaintop be without a beautiful view?