the vanTwenty days ago, I was in LA at my childhood home, stuffing summer sleeping bags and borrowed pillows into my VW Camper Van, preparing for a 4 day trip in Arizona.  My refrigerator was nice and cold, and my cupboard was filled with the basics for cooking my meals on my propane stove: oatmeal, lentil soup, the makings for fajitas.

the drive My vanity cupboard held key to my outback hygiene, as well as my emergency supplies and mosquito repellent. I had Bob Dylan loaded into the CD player, Jack Kerouac on my Kindle, and three days of anticipatory hair growth on my legs and armpits.

desert windmillsOn the first day, I drove seven straight hours through the desert to John Ball’s front door.  An appointment in some kind of chaotic wellness-haven ensued, led by a curly haired, sarcastic chiropractor barely older than me.  Within 20 minutes, I decided this was it, and I wasn’t leaving Phoenix until I was completely healed and training well.

friends driving in phoenixNow I fricken hate Phoenix and the massive sprawl of part-time inhabitants and carbon copy strip malls (or at least I thought I did) so I didn’t know what I would do with myself, but two college teammates were in town and there was a spare bed for a couple nights.  I’d figure it out as I went along.

awesome phoenix dinnerSince then, I’ve stayed in three other condos thanks to the kindness of others and the willingness to sleep anywhere (literally).  I’ve only stayed in the van two nights, one of which was particularly memorable, and I have had an absolutely brilliant time while returning to health.  The past three days have been the best of all because I’ve been able to train like a real runner, and every single part of my body is sore (but good sore) as a result (after 14 weeks, your body forgets what pounding is all about).

You absolutely HAVE to read this account of my latest living situation written by Malindi.  I couldn’t have said it better, so I’ll just refer you to her entry.  Warning: You might want to pee first so you don’t go in your pants.

A TYPICAL MORNING IN PHOENIX, BC (BEFORE COFFEE)