Apparently, I’m riding my bike across the country. My bike is on a FedEx truck and I’m sitting in an airport with my helmet and a lot of spandex, so it must be true. How did I get here?

I am a “normal” person with a job and an apartment (well, I was until a few hours ago). Now I’m on leave from work, my belongings are in the basement of my parent’s house, and I have no official address.

Many people I’ve talked to about this trip seemed to think I was crazy. I didn’t, but somewhere between asking a friend how to wear bike shorts and researching bear spray I started coming around. Internally I’ve always considered myself fairly impulsive, but the evidence is against me.

Stuff I enjoy:
Good food/cooking
Clean sheets
Routines
Friends and family nearby

Stuff that makes me uncomfortable:
Unknowns
Talking to strangers
Doing things I don’t already know I can do
Failing
Too many choices

So basically it’s definitely going to be fine, right? There’s no growth without discomfort, so here goes.

Check out the route here, and feel free to offer suggestions, advice, and encouragement!