I’m sitting in a coffee shop somewhere in downtown San Francisco right now. Decided that I wanted to travel solo here earlier this year. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now, and I guess partly out of necessity – when I told my friends I was coming down here to run a marathon, they thought I was crazy. And also because I had never traveled on my own before. Being in my late 20’s it was probably long overdue. But after a couple of days into this trip, I’m glad I did it.
It’s not like I don’t enjoy travel companions, and I don’t think I’d recommend this to anyone – some people need to feed off of someone else in order to enjoy new experiences that traveling has to offer. But maybe I’m a little different. I guess it’s because I’m a bit of an introvert, and for most of my life I’ve been a bit of a loner. I don’t have any problems being alone, and the majority of the time I never get bored when I’m by myself. That’s probably why I enjoy running, but anyways.
I also wanted to go out on my own because for a while now, I’m not sure that I’ve been really myself. There’s been a lot going on this past year that I’ve had to try and sort out, I’ve always seen going out of town as a form of therapy. I don’t think I’ve truly disconnected myself from home – impossible – but just for a couple of days, if I could experience living a life different than the one I left behind, then I say mission accomplished.
Tomorrow I’ll be running my first out of town marathon at an ungodly 5:45 AM start time. I love to travel and I love to run. When you combine the two, you get one hell of an adventure.