8/23/2014
Spending the day running provides plenty of thinking time. The suffering and the struggle allows a close dialogue with the divine. It is early in this journey but already I’m learning, discovering, and transforming. We evolve on a daily basis but, because of our habits and the fence of society, we are often more slow to push the boundaries.
Often times I wish I had more time with the people and places I encounter. I can say Suzy and Don Maxwell, the Regina Del Palazzo B&B, and Escondido falls into that category. They were super sweet, genuine people which opened up their wonderful place to three tired travelers. Breakfast was everything I needed and more. The scent of hash browns led my nose from the bedroom to the dining room where a multi colored food bonanza awaited. My protein needs were taken care of by Suzy’s veggie omelette. The mushrooms were finely cut and I love that and there was no excess oil from the frying pan which was great. The guacamole I put on my omelet gave me plenty of omega 3 fatty acids on top of giving the omelet a smooth texture. The pesto sauce I put on my hash browns mixed in a tiny bit of tang. I topped the meal off with cubes of freshly cut pineapple, cantaloupe, and strawberries. Without a doubt they wanted me to have plenty of energy for my day’s run.
Crystal and my mom stayed behind to chat while I headed out. I would have loved to have stayed behind but the fog which I woke to had lifted and the rays were much like the day before and the day before that. I consulted the farmers almanac in the planning stages but you know…. chalk it up to climate change. One good thing was my muscles felt no fatigue. The many downhill slopes helped. Everything moved like clockwork until I took a break at the halfway point. The law of inertia says things in motion tend to stay in motion. I should have paid more attention in science class. I took a break and broke my stride. Suddenly the terrain changed to uphill. The running lane became non-existent. The heat started to beat me down. Trees were my saving grace. Groves of fruit were everywhere. I wandered into a row of grapefruit trees and picked a couple of tasty treats. My sunburnt lips paid the price when the juice hit them. It was like acid peeling my skin. Ouch…
I saw a roadside farm stand and decided to take a break. Low and behold Crystal and my mom passed me at that exact time. I called them back and we decided to give the local farmer some business. That act must have once again altered the dynamic of the day. After fueling up, I once again felt strong. Before long I saw that I had hit the twenty-three mile marker. Where did the time go?
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