Since the World Race ended in late July, I’ve had my fair share of adventures…
The weeks after included great reunions with family and friends all around the country:
-A few days up in the Adirondacks to visit Deerfoot and hike with Ryan and Dad…
-A nice stretch at home capped by an awesome visit from my older brother for life, Arben…
-A week down in DC with some other brothers for life, Dave Seawright and Johnny McMann…
-Relaxing at the beach in Ocean City with my family…
-Our final World Race debrief down in Georgia…
-A one-night stay in Jacksonville to see my best friend from college, Connor, and anticipate the arrival of his daughter…
-A pit stop in Richmond for dinner with DL and UVA buddy Andrew Case…
-The mandatory stop in UVA land highlighted by praying with one of my mentors Donell “This DUDE” Woodson, catching up with Hullabahoos, and breakfast with my favorite UVA administrator (but more-so life friend), Wendy Perry…
-A weekend in Knoxville, TN, with the Sweet Aroma team followed by a road trip to Chicago with my bride-to-be…
-A night up in Baltimore with DL and Charlottesville buddy Kyle Sherman and his wife Emily…
-A beast-mode pack-up and road-trip with Donell from Charlottesville down to Atlanta…
And, finally—deep breath, deep breath—back to Connecticut.
The best surprise of that whole time back: after a night of sharing about the World Race in Connecticut, I walked into our family’s kitchen and there was Moriah sitting at the dining room table…This was the night I had earlier said to my mom, “Man, I would fly across the country tonight to see Moriah.” That’s essentially what she had done that afternoon…
