Our Story

If you've been following along, you already know the setup: no campervan, no support vehicle. Just Shan on foot and me on my bike, towing everything we needed in a 55-pound trailer, covering thousands of miles over several months, more than once. What we haven't talked about yet is what a day actually looked like from the inside. We didn't have a routine so much as a system. Our system was built around a handful of non-negotiables: finish the running day early enough to actua

A few days into our West Coast trip, we camped at Deception Pass in Washington. We got to talking with other campers, and Shan started telling the story - his run across the country, our bike-and-run up the East Coast, the journey we were currently on. I stood beside him, doing what I always do, smiling like a dork, his biggest fan. At some point, I was ready to talk about my role: hauling our gear, handling all the logistics that had to happen so both of us could keep moving

Our worst night of sleep in five thousand miles happened on Day 3. Shan and I were camped at a marina in the Florida Keys - three days into our 3,000-mile journey from Key West to Canada - when a classic Florida thunderstorm rolled in. We'd already eaten and showered after a 35-mile day, so we settled under the campground shelter to watch. At first, it was almost pleasant: clouds gathering, rain coming down, lightning flickering distantly over the water. Then the sky changed