Category Uncategorized

3/28/2015

The rowdy kids returned to the parking lot. It appeared to be the place high school students parked their cars to carpool. The noise was minimal and short but it was enough to get me out of bed. Once that had happened I couldn’t get back to sleep. The dark clouds threatened to unleash rain upon me from the moment I started stepping. My knees were not happy with the bumps and obstacles in my way. I thought I had safely cleared a large wooden branch but I was mistaken. My foot got snagged and I stumbled. The mishap made my heart skip a beat as an oncoming sportscar sped just past my face. It was a blur really. As I continued, the inevitable rain fell. I was lucky it was sporadic and light...

3/27/2015

I woke up to the scent of forest. My body felt great despite the heavy wear of the journey. The protein packed breakfast helped prep my muscles for more motion. The morning was spent talking to the folks at the RV Park. They were interested in our adventure and wanted to help us continue our mission. It was a good thing too. We were beginning to worry that we weren’t meeting our monetary goals for this trip.

After taking a quick stroll around the grounds, I hit the road to Charleston. It didn’t take long for the grass shoulders to transform into cement sidewalks. Once that happened, I picked up some momentum. I only slowed my stride when I found Crystal parked by a church. There she informed me that I had an interview scheduled with channel 4 news, the local ABC affiliate...

2/24/2015

Again there was a light misty sprinkle. I threw on a sweatshirt and pulled tight compression socks over my calves. I had it in my mind that I would battle through whatever forces nature threw at me. The monochromatic colored day didn’t look as if I would be running shirtless. Again there was nothing paved for my feet. Grass hid the puddles and uneven grass but I navigated the roads with confidence and competence. I passed a little shop called the Carolina Cider company. It looked like one of those country stores that had built a reputation around its products. I wanted to stop but I didn’t want to lose momentum.

A dozen miles later, I reached a town with a sidewalk on my route. As luck would have it, Carolina Cider Company had a second store. Again I didn’t stop...