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7/25/2015

The buildings in Chicago provided plenty of shade as I weaved in between pedestrian traffic. After so many days of country farmland, I enjoyed running through the urban jungle once again. With each step north the buildings shrank and they took the shadows with them. I found Crystal waiting for me just past Wrigley Field. She went for a run but we ended up at the trailer at the same time. I chilled under a tree next to a statue of Abe Lincoln reading a book. Crystal heated our leftover Chinese food for lunch. The spices and scent of fried rice and noodles filled the trailer. Our little home on wheels was like an oven. Wave of heat followed us as we left the trailer for a nice patch of grass. We enjoyed a little picnic in the park and lounged a bit before taking off again.

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7/23/2015

La Porte, Indiana provided Crystal and me with a weekend of sheer relaxation. We were shown the local nightlife by friends old and new. A night of dancing was followed by a fundraiser and a day with kids. Our event was like a weekend barbeque on a lake. It helped that Trace’s parents owned a beautiful lake house with a docking area. I was surprised at the attention the kids gave me considering I had to compete with the water for attention. But they were all very attentive and interested.

The highlight of the weekend was staying at the romantic couples’ getaway spot. I rested my legs on the huge bed and stared at floating swans. Every so often, while we relaxed, a little red light would appear next to the door. It signaled little goodies that had been placed in the door butler...

7/19/2015

If a tornado had struck, we would have been in the middle of it. Drops pelted the trailer the entire night while clouds swirled and lightning flashed. The thunder resonated through the air and caused our metallic home to vibrate. Before we fell to sleep, Crystal asked, “If the trailer gets struck by lightning will we be safe?” It was a good question. I thought the rubber tires on the vehicle would keep us from harm but I just didn’t know.

I didn’t have much breakfast. I found out that I had an interview to give and that it was eight miles away. I slipped on some light shoes with bright colors and prayed for good weather. I hit the wet ground and kicked up mud as I ran along the street. Again, I recognized familiar roads...