Reflections on the Road

Daily miles: 27.13 | Total miles: 6,327.84

I woke up on the 200th day of my run around the world feeling surprisingly warm—warmer than expected for a night in the tent. Since I had another relatively short day ahead, I gave myself the luxury of staying wrapped in my sleeping bag until 6:40am. Then, it was time to get moving. I made a cold coffee, packed everything up, and organized my gear neatly into the buggy. The air was cool but not cold, and by 8am I hit the road again.

The run started off hilly, but the scenery more than made up for the effort. A quiet road parallel to the highway led me through rolling green landscapes and peaceful stretches that gave my mind space to wander. At mile 7, I reached the riverside town of Urunga, where a café by the water called out to me. I treated myself to a small celebration breakfast—cappuccino and a toasted bagel—right on the banks of the Kalang River. The moment was serene: lush green shores, reflections dancing on the water, and dramatic clouds sweeping across the sky. I felt calm, a bit melancholic, but so present.

The rest of the day’s run was ideal for reflection. With the soft rhythm of my steps and the gentle hum of the road, I thought about everything: this journey, how far I’ve come, and what still lies ahead. Every so often I was pulled out of my thoughts by a striking tree, a colorful house, a friendly dog, or a sudden ocean view.

At mile 20, I stopped in Nambucca to recharge my phone and myself with another coffee. That’s where I met Jo and Mig. Jo not only shared good conversation but also her fries—and explained that Australians call ketchup "tomato sauce." It’s always the little things that make you smile.

The last stretch of the day led me along the river, under the hot Australian winter sun, on a beautiful bike path all the way into Macksville. As I crossed the bridge into town, the setting sun painted the water and sky in golden tones—pure magic.

After getting some groceries and checking into my hotel, I started working on my social media when a knock came at my door. It was my room neighbor, inviting me to dinner. I had my own food, so we ended up sharing stories on the balcony—another heartwarming connection.

Now it’s late. I’ve showered, planned a little for tomorrow, and am reflecting on how much I’m enjoying my place in the world right now. It’s been a big leap to open up creatively, to share more emotionally—but I’m proud I’m daring to do it.

Thanks for walking—and running—alongside me.

See you tomorrow. Dream Big Too, my friends.