I had sold the coffee shop (my business/my livelyhood/my entire reality) and I was ready to go as far away as possible. By chance, I already had a ticket booked/a trip planned to run and explore in Nepal.
We had done the Langtang Valley out of Katmandu, and we were presently in the town of Manang, in the Annapurna region. We had been traveling, trekking and running for about a month when I started thinking about home, my summer ahead, how we had been up at an altitude just as high and higher than where I live in Colorado. And it hit me that it was time to go home. The itinerary had another 10 days of running at high altitude after we finished this part of the trek and I started thinking about speed, and the difficulty of training for speed at this elevation.
It was perfect timing for me to go to Nepal, to live a very simple existence for awhile. I am very grateful for the time I was lucky enough to spend there. But I couldn’t help but look ahead of me and in weeks time I had a move to a new town to make, a new summer job to start and a season full of intense short distance racing.
And so it was now perfect timing for me to head home, into that future.