Into Missouri, One Cozy Couch and Cookie at a Time

This morning started at 6am with the usual routine—up, prep, and out the door by 7. I knew today would begin with a stretch through the city, so I mentally braced myself for some hustle and bustle. Thankfully, Springdale offers a good bicycle path, and I was determined to stick to it as long as I could to escape the heavy morning traffic.

The cool morning air felt just right for running. I weaved my way past sidewalks jammed with cars outside schools, parents doing their drop-offs. After around 4 miles, I finally reconnected with the bicycle path—lush trees, squirrels darting about, and that peaceful winding path all to myself.

The curves were tight though, and pushing the buggy required extra maneuvering. I often had to tilt it back, lifting the front wheel to steer through the bends—great for my triceps, not so much for my energy! Still, I loved the quiet, even if I was feeling a little more tired than usual.

At mile 13, I gave in to the need for a break and found a bagel shop. Fuelled and slightly more awake, I kept moving for another 10 miles. But truth be told, it wasn’t the most flowing stretch. Long inclines, a headwind, and tricky sidewalk transitions made it more of a grind than a glide.

And then…a pie shop appeared. I didn’t get a pie (shocking, I know), but I did stop for a coffee. That stop was magic. I sank into the softest, coziest couch, wrapped my hands around a warm mug, and soaked in the quirky, vintage decor—old kitchenware turned into wall art. That moment grounded me.

When I stepped out, I felt completely recharged. The last few miles were the smoothest, thanks to sticking with the wide shoulder of Highway 71 instead of the gravel bike path.

Right before reaching my hotel in Jane, I swung by Walmart for a few things. And that’s when I met Nancy—the cookie sample lady. Best job title ever, right? We hit it off immediately. She’s a retired nurse, kind and full of warmth. Our little chat was one of those random, perfect moments that make this journey so special.

Once at the hotel, the buzz picked up again. Word about the run got around quickly, and soon I was in the middle of a whirlwind of curious and excited conversations. Eventually, I got my room, showered, planned, and ate my simple dinner: salad and beans.

Now, I’m tucked in, ready to dream big. I’ve officially crossed into Missouri—another state, another step closer. I don’t know what I’ll dream of tonight, but I hope it’s something bold and full of light.

Sweet dreams, everyone. Dream big too.