After a spontaneous run 2 months ago, my friend Grace Theisen and I decided to run a half marathon. Of course, if we were going to actually do it, we needed to run it in a place that would be exciting and scenic to take our minds away from the fact that we would be running for 2 straight hours (give or take a few minutes). After months of anticipation, planning, running, and excitement, our trip to Nashville had finally arrived.
We brought along our best friend Amy Banas, for even though Amy wasn’t actually going to run with us, a road trip with three is much better than two. We left Wednesday at 1:45p.m. (we planned on leaving at 1 but you must know that Amy is not the most punctual person on the earth and seems to forget that time is of the “essence” when traveling with Grace and I). Our first stop was my house in Springfield, Illinois.
Within the 5 hour trip to Springfield, we stopped 5 times. It seemed as though our bladders were not on the same page as our excitement to get to our first destination. And of course, a Starbucks coffee stop is always essential with this three.
I have come to realize there is nothing better than the conversations had on road-trips. There is something about the monotonous highway drive that brings out goofy vulnerability like none other. Road-trip conversations are some of the best conversations I have ever had. People’s walls just seem to melt away and there seems to be no question that is too personal to ask or answer. Friendships are strengthened, tears exchanged, and belly aching laughter fills the air. Truly nothing like it.