Adventuring is inherently optimistic. You’re not sure what will happen, and you know it won’t be easy, but you believe that whatever comes to pass, it’ll be worthwhile.

Adventuring is inherently optimistic. You’re not sure what will happen, and you know it won’t be easy, but you believe that whatever comes to pass, it’ll be worthwhile.
I need to sort out thoughts about the coming year and beyond, and that’s another reason I’m looking forward to this 24-hour hamster-wheel ultra on new year’s eve—it’ll be a retreat of sorts.
After several mornings in a row under the covers with that novel, it hit me: This is what post-100-mile-ultra, midlife, empty-nesting transition feels like.