All weekend I've been playing the 'One Week From This Moment' game.
One week from this moment I will be on the bus to the airport with my knees pressed uncomfortably against my gigantic suitcase.
One week from this moment I'll be eating dry chicken over rice on an airplane somewhere over the Pacific Ocean while watching a movie I'd probably never bother to watch if it weren't the show on an intercontinental flight.
One week from this moment I'll be hugging my mom at the Las Vegas baggage claim and hoping she doesn't notice how greasy 20 hours of travel have rendered me.
One week from this moment I'll be lying awake on the floor at my cousin's house in Southern Utah, battling jet lag and too excited to sleep anyway.
Well, at this moment I'm sitting at my desk winding down a 12 hour work day, but one week from this moment I'll be soundly sleeping my first night in a 5 star bed at Fitness Ridge - dreaming of my first hike the next morning, still full of hope and eager anticipation, and yet to have a single blister.