As I sit here among piles of books and belongings, turning my head slightly toward the window to watch the sun set behind the Park Avenue high-rise buildings to the west, I feel remarkably at home.

We are nowhere near settled, but we’re here.

Anyone who has moved before knows that it is chaotic.

Finding a new place for everything — or finding anything — can be challenging, time consuming…all consuming.

One quick step at a time, we are getting there.

May was a month on the move.  I moved out of two apartments and in to one.  I moved in to a new job.  These are significant changes, but I could not have imagined how much of my time they would take.

I feel as if I have been in a constant state of motion.  I can’t think of a single hour that I’ve been awake since April that hasn’t been spent on the move.  I am constantly doing something.

I have eased up on running; both for purposes of time and also to give my legs a chance to rest before I begin building my base.

That’s right.  Marathon training is about to begin.

The road to 26.2 will be a whole different kind of on the move.

So for now, I’ll just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Run On™