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6/14/2015

The bright sun powered its way through my eyelids. The powerful rays hit my skin and commanded me to get out of bed. My body ordered me to remain motionless. It was a struggle which my body lost. I got up, ate a couple of pastries, and set my body in motion.

When I stepped onto the country road, I began to sneeze. I knew I was in for a rough day. The temperatures had also roused the pollen and it was everywhere. I restrained myself from rubbing my eyes for a few miles but the itchiness got the best of me. The corn stalks were just beginning to sprout on the New York farmland. Suddenly a putrid scent violated my nose. When I reached the peak of a monstrous hill, I spotted the source of the aroma. I had correctly guessed familiar scent of cow manure...

6/11/2015

During stage two of our journey, many places we passed had Civil war relics. Of course Gettysburg and Charleston were a couple of the places that instantly pop into my mind. The places had the feel of another world and another era entirely. Stage three has been the beginning of our return to the west. As we pushed towards the sunset, my surroundings took me to a time even further back. The scenery and vegetation changed as it always did. Even the air seemed to change. I began to feel more moisture in the air. It was almost as if my lungs could taste the particles of water in the air.

The route I ran and the relics I spotted told a story of our country’s fight for independence. Much of the history in the northern states focused on the revolutionary war...

6/8/2015

Brattleboro had a big parade called the strolling of the heifers. It was the reason there were no vacancies in town. As I ran through the streets I tried my best to spot bovine creatures wandering through the streets. They never materialized. I ran into lots of hippie types though. In the town I saw little pieces of yesterday being consumed by nature. Old nonfunctional cars peeked out the earth, struggling to stay in the light.

The hills continued for miles. Luckily for me, my legs had been accustomed to climbing from all the previous days. As the end of my run neared, all the climbing had come to a peak. The payoff was big. After the hump, I let gravity do its thing. The downhill grade gave the legs the boost they needed. They carried me into the little town of Wilmington...