As the leaves turn, the air becomes crisp, and the stores deck out their aisles with Halloween decor, I wait anxiously for a package to arrive.
My father, God bless him, has offered to send me some of his hiking supplies that I will need for The World Race training camp that is quickly approaching. The camp will be from Oct. 16-24th, and although many of the details are unknown, I have been notified that I will need my tent, backpack, and mess kit…among other things. The mystery of what this training will consist of has my mood alternating between excited and somewhat nervous, as visions of Survivor flash through my head. However, I am consistently encouraged and excited about all the support (prayerful and financial) that family and friends have shown me, and at the prospect of finally meeting the rest of my squad. These are the people I will live, eat, and work with during this 11 month journey, and I have a feeling they’re pretty incredible. I also look forward to gathering all the details for our trip, and ironing out any last minute questions or concerns. Time is passing so quickly, and with each day I feel increasingly excited and hopeful about the journey to come.
