Day 27 – 33.3 km (total – 529.3 km)
Lookin’ happy!
Let me tell you a little bit about Sarah Powell… aka – SP.
If you don’t feel like you’ve seen many pictures of her or know much about her, it’s because she prefers it that way! The picture above pretty much sums it up! She prefers to be in the background… anonymity suits her just fine.
When I asked her a year ago whether she’d consider doing this run across the country with me, I’ll admit I was a little shocked when she said yes. Friends who knew us asked openly whether this was a good idea… “You’ll probably kill each other!” This perhaps paints a picture of our friendship! But given the fact that we’ve been together 24 hours a day… a lot of that time in a space the size of your kitchen (I feel like saying closet, but that would be an exaggeration – barely!), I think we’re doing okay given the circumstances. Having said that, I’d put money down that she would have some choice words if you asked her!
She is snarky. She is sarcastic. She makes a lot of snide remarks. And she’s one of my best friends. We fight like brother and sister… I cringe at some of her driving skills and she shoots me dirty looks for just about every word that comes out of my mouth. She also does her fair share of making fun of me about… well… just about everything! The blog she writes for her friends pretty much centres on this!
A windy day on Signal Hill
But please don’t misunderstand. She has been there in times of need. She always remembers my birthday. She gives me books to inspire me and will let me rant when I need a listening ear. She is kind and generous and caring… most of the time! She cooks wonderful meals to nourish me and wakes up at 3 am to fill the generator in -20 nights. She listens to me complain about my legs and encourages me when I’ve had a good day. She takes good care of Koona and on occasion, we even share some laughs. She is one of the best teachers I know and I’m forever grateful that she took time away from that to help me with this.
One month down… about 7 to go. If you ask her, she could probably tell you how many days precisely until she is free of my stinky running clothes, my bad jokes, my criticism of her driving, my body emitting strange noises and smells… well – you get the picture! But until then, we’re stuck together… and I wouldn’t have it any other way!
