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2/3/2015

The media coverage continued to build. Crystal had become a well oiled machine; efficient. We ate a large breakfast in a dining area which hummed with activity. I had been informed that we had another interview with the Naples NBC so I would not have a chance for more rest. It took a while to find a running outfit that matched. Just as I put on the gear, the reporter and cameraman arrived. I had become accustomed to the routine and we jumped right into the job.

I gave a quick interview to the paper after the television cameras turned off and then I hit the road. Naples was a beautiful place. I ran past a marina area with many yachts and seafood restaurants. After twelve miles the city began to disappear...

2/1/2015

The scent from the kitchen kicked my morning appetite into overdrive. Cinnamon French toast seemed to be floating in the air. Breakfast at the Hilton Garden Inn was fantastic. We were treated to omelets made to order. I shared a spinach omelet with my mother as a starter. I continued to return to the buffet for several different items. Followed my omelet with a light, flakey, custard tart pastry. The pastries were tasty but really I needed something that would provide me with ample fuel for the day. Two large pancakes with butter and syrup gave me that punch.

On the Tamiami trail, I ran from one nicely manicured community to the next. The buildings and communities looked like perfect life size models...

1/31/2015

The sounds from the road have changed slightly from state to state. On my 153rd day on the road, bugs hummed like nature’s engine as I ran along the Tamiani Trail. Birds chirped and of course cars zoomed. As a lady attempted to make an illegal turn, a guy in a large truck screamed obscenities. When I looked around for creatures performing the live soundtrack, I saw nothing. How did such tiny creatures create such big sound?

My first bridge of the day had cyclists racing on the southbound side. I ran against traffic on the northbound side toward Punta Gorda. When I hit the middle of the bridge a large gust blew a chill through my spine yet the sun secretly cooked my skin. The bicycles used as plant holders and decorations gave the town a laid back and organic feel...