In a little over a month I will be on my way to Vancouver to begin my 2 month journey across the province. I've been having mixed emotions about my trip. I've been wrestling with feelings of guilt and selfishness. I feel guilty for taking so much time off work, for missing birthdays and celebrations. In the end I'm sure that it will all be ok, it's just getting beyond the barriers that I've set up.

I keep thinking about how long 2 months is. It's a long time. On a calendar page it looks so tiny, but when I think about what happened 2 months ago, it seems like ages. Valentines Day feels like it happened eons ago and it's barely been a month. 60 days is a long time to be away. To be surrounded by strangers, in towns you barely know. I'm excited and nervous all at the same time. I'm excited to get on the bike and ride. On long bike trips there are two things that can happen to your brain, you either get stuck thinking about time and kilometers and distance or you go completely nuts and find the most random things interesting and funny. Rocks will look like animals and songs that you haven't heard since grade eight will suddenly play on repeat in your mind.

I find it entertaining that one of my main concerns regarding the trip isn't if I can physically do it, isn't if I'll be able to do the public speaking or if I'll be able to be around 20 people, 24-7 for two months...it's how i'm going to be able to fit all my things into my bags and wear the same clothes for 2 months.