9/4/2014

With a revised gameplan I took to the streets of El Centro at five AM. My obscured view was aided by starlight and my mini flashlight. Neither lit my path much. My lungs and legs felt fantastic though. The streets of the town provided ample lighting. It was four miles into my run, on the outskirts of town, that I began running blind.

When the first breaks of light began to color the sky I began to hit a full stride. The occasional semi truck would scare me silly and blow me back a few feet but other than that the morning run was great. I noticed that as I ran my shadow seemed to be chasing me. Funny, we always seem to be running from something. We called the morning run at seven thirty in the morning so that we could enjoy out complimentary breakfast from the Vacation Inn...

9/3/2014

Again the wind whipped in the night. But on this evening the rocking of the trailer was gentle and soothing. Perhaps it was because we were secure in the parking lot of the Red Feather Café. We bought a veggie burger and a couple of beverages in exchange for hooking up our trailer. The sweet hum of the air conditioner was like a dose of soporific tranquilizer.

Because of the raging sun, of the past few days, our team smartened up. We decided to stop being roasted broke the day into early morning running and early evening running. The mid day respite was surprisingly therapeutic. We covered sixteen miles in the morning and left a light eleven for the evening. Our savior on this day was the Vacation Inn in El Centro...

9/2/2014

Warm whipping winds bullied our fifth wheel trailer as we attempted to sleep. While Crystal and my mother were able to get some shut eye, the desert wind blew through the window and onto my face, keeping me from my precious sleep. Just as my consciousness started to drift I was jolted back into our world by the menacing sun. It was only seven AM.

There were no deviating routes for this run. It was just a solitary road which seemed to lead to nowhere. Crystal and my mother were often several miles ahead of me but the run was mostly a conversation between me and nature. The scenery was all desert. There was not a trace of a scent in the air. The only moisture in the arid land was my perspiration, and even that seemed to disappear within seconds...