The Sweetness Back Home

I had not gone for a run in probably two months. But last night before bed, I laid out my running clothes, just like I knew my friends back home were doing.

This morning, I woke a little after 5 a.m., probably about the same time they did. I pulled on my favorite running skirt and the blue tank top I picked up at last year’s Rock n Roll Savannah marathon expo.


Five years ago, the inaugural Rock n Roll Savannah was my first half marathon, and a personal triumph that is hard to equal. I’ve run that race every year since. Last year I registered for the 2015 race before I even left the expo so I could get the special shirt to commemorate my five-year streak.

But of course, that was before I knew we’d be living in Costa Rica this year. Yesterday, aware that dear friends were converging in Savannah and would be running together today, I felt a pang of sadness.

Nicole, my favorite running buddy, sent me this pic from the expo. It’s a list of all the people who’ve run the race every year since it began, and there was my name.


This morning, before taking off down our gravel road, I stopped to send this picture to Nicole. I knew Nicole, Emily, Beth, Julie, Andrew and so many of my other friends were standing in their corrals, waiting for the race to start. I blew them a kiss for luck.


It was a good run. It was slow, with a lot of walking on the uphills, but it felt nice to stretch my legs that way again. And while that workout could never replace the joy of running with a good friend, it made me feel a little more connected to my pals back home.

I’m not having a pity party for myself though (well, not a big one anyway). I’m still glad we’re here, and I feel that this is exactly where I am supposed to be at this moment in my life. But I think it’s also fair to acknowledge that the experience is not without sacrifice.

Just before Halloween, we got this picture from Lee’s mom.


For the last several years, “BooFest” has been a beloved Halloween tradition for Camille and her cousins. Alva creates games, decorations, and spooky treats that would make your pinterest board jealous. Of course they should have BooFest without us, but we walked around the rest of that day feeling a bit heavier, knowing what we were missing back home.

My birthday and thanksgiving are coming up, but I don’t even know if we can buy a turkey around here. And I don’t have an oven to roast one even if I had a turkey. It’s not easy to be away from the people we love during the special times we hold dear, but these are all good reminders of the delights that will be waiting for us when we return from our adventure. I’m thankful for all the joy we are experiencing here, but also thankful for all the sweetness back home too.

5 thoughts on “The Sweetness Back Home

    • It sounds like it was a crazy race – sorry you didn’t get to experience a normal Rock n Roll Savannah. The weather is usually so perfect!

  1. I’m really glad you miss home because we certainly miss you all. My greatest fear is that you’ll like Costa Rica so much that you’ll decided to stay there and I’m not quite ready to learn Spanish, sell my house and join you.

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