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1/2/2016

On my rest days the sun shined but the air still nipped. The mornings had frosted over all the vehicles. All the while I relaxed in the warmth of a bed that cradled me. Of course we had to check out of the Hotel Petaluma and return to the Quality Inn. We checked on the show times for Star Wars while we were out but decided the best plan of attack was to see it in a theater on our route after the kids had returned to school. When we returned to the Quality Inn we tried to fire up our trailer to make some left over Indian food. The lights in the trailer sputtered while the stove refused to ignite. Our trailer batteries had decided their time was up. This meant that I would not experience another wonderful day of lounging...

12/28/2015

Christmas Eve traffic roared. The weather forecast had reported stormy weather but I saw sunshine and clear skies. I was surprised how many cars were on the road. Vacaville to Fairfield didn’t have very many miles for me to run. I ran past the center of Vacaville and hit a patch of new developments. The lightly populated areas never gave me a feeling of complete solitude on this day. My new shoes continued to give my feet an extra spring in my step and kept my running light. On the outside of Fairfield I ran on a trail that cut through parks and developments. On both sides of me clothing, shopping carts, and bicycles had been randomly abandoned. I saw a group of homeless people but not enough to warrant that much trash. It was a mystery...

12/24/2015

My legs felt like they had been running for over a year. I had aches in my joints and I knew I was in desperate need of new footwear. I filled my stomach with all the usual items hotels offer for breakfast and I hit the road. The moment I stepped foot outside, I knew I was in for a rough one. Despite having a straight road with light miles, the winds pushed me with violent force. Rain pelted my face and the side of the road was a muddy slope. I didn’t get a moment of silence on this day. While the blue plastic poncho from Niagara Falls shielded me from rain, it also thundered in my ear. The whipping and flapping sound restricted me from hearing the sound of my own thoughts.

The cold was only a factor if I chose to stop running...