I fucking did it!
I rode alongside my demons while slowly leaving them behind in the dust these past 13 days.
Day 13: Tucson, AZ to Oceanside, CA. HOMEBOUND! 500 miles exactly this leg was and an emotional rollercoaster too. I left Tucson at 5am with a crazy level of energy and excitement. I had some worry about the weather conditions as I was once again going to be riding through the deserts for a solid amount of hours with it being predicted to hit 105 degrees. I put on my lucky poncho with a cooling vest under and headed straight to the west coast where I couldn’t wait to meet the horizon of the Pacific Ocean once again.
I counted down the miles to San Diego from all the signs reminding me how much farther I had. From 348 miles to the last 100 miles. And before I knew it, I was in the California deserts!Rode through Pine Valley, El Cajon, and then I was on the 5 North, 30 minutes from Oceanside!!! I saw my beautiful ocean and cried. I really did it.
On the 1st day, I felt like I was running away. Away from the pain, the bad memories, the hopelessness. I wasn’t being weak and running away from my problems. Actually, I gathered the most strength I had to hold onto and listened my soul. To go beyond the limits. And I did just that, with my amazing #harleydavidson 2017 Softail Slim S carrying me though it all. My baby boy and I.
I would scream in my helmet, “I’m fucking insane!”, “I’m actually doing this!”, and even surprisingly, “I’m so happy.”
Just like the song says, it comes and goes in waves. When things seemed as if it couldn’t get any worse in my life, things start to build again. A light catches your attention amongst the darkness and you follow it. ♀️
This trip taught me it’s okay to be scared, to feel sad and to cry, but what matters is what you do about that fear, with your sadness and tears. I turned it into hope. Into inspiration. Into resilience and strength.
Thank you all who gave a single fuck to follow me on my journey. Caring ppl are rad