Wide Shoulders, Warm Hearts – Running into the Mountains

I woke up early in Kersey, feeling well-rested after a peaceful night. I made myself a coffee, packed up, and said goodbye to Ben and Fey, who kindly got up early to see me off. Their warmth and care meant a lot to me. I took one last photo of their house, then hit the road, running into the crisp morning air under a beautiful sky.

The wide shoulder on the road gave me space to move freely, and I felt strong and grateful—grateful for a pain-free start, for the stillness of the morning, and for the ease in my legs. Around mile 15, a police officer stopped to check in on me—just to make sure I was safe and had everything I needed. A little while later, as I was heading into a gas station, a second police car arrived for the same reason. Both officers were kind and supportive. I bought a chocolate milk, smiled, and ran on, still feeling great.

In Eaton, just after that stop, a group of school kids came running along the other side of the road. It made me smile to see their energy. A few minutes later, a white van pulled up next to me while I was running—a group of 12 children, 3 teachers, and Vy, their driver, were cheering me on with wide eyes and big smiles. What a joyful sight! Thank you all for the incredible support—it lifted me.

I didn’t stop because I wanted to keep my rhythm. My legs felt smooth, the weather held up, and I just ran with a sense of lightness. When I turned west for the final 12 miles, the wind started to pick up—especially on the uphill stretch where I was exposed for a while—but then the road sloped down, and I began moving toward the mountains again. It’s always a beautiful feeling when I can see the next horizon getting closer.

As I neared Wellington, I coordinated with my hosts, Erica and Warren, to meet me at a pickup point. Everything worked out perfectly. They greeted me with warmth and curiosity, and we had beautiful conversations on the drive to their home—something I deeply appreciate after long, quiet hours on the road.

Their home was welcoming and full of life. I met their children after school, and a friend stopped by with her kids and a plate of scones topped with cream cheese and blueberries—such a treat. I got to do some work, catch up on my socials, and take care of laundry. Later, Erica prepared an Indian dinner, followed by dessert, and more friends joined us around the table. We ended the evening in a cozy living room, surrounded by laughter and connection. Even when I’m tired, just sitting and absorbing the warmth of a kind household gives me energy.

Now it’s time to sleep—another long day ahead tomorrow. Thank you, as always, for being with me on this journey.