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1/9/2015

A frosty mist rolled out of my mouth the moment I stepped out of the trailer. Even though the temperature was frosty and the water beside the road was frozen, I felt comfortable. I ran bundled in a couple shirts, a wool beanie, compression pants and running pants, and a bandana. I was not going to let a little bit of cold slow me down. Yesterday I ended where the 231 met the 20. The numbers of the roads mean very little people that don’t inhabit the area but I thought it would be nice to shed some light on a wonderful road for runners.

As I ran, a never ending corridor of forest green trees protected me from nature’s elements. There were plenty of areas where I could turn into wooded areas but I stayed on the 20 for efficiency...

1/8/2015

Panama City Beach was a stop filled with great people. It would have been great to arrive at a time when school was in session. The beaches I ran past were ghostly due to the weather. When I ran on the sand, I saw only one set of footprints. They were mine. The muted sound was the perfect symphony for my leisurely run.

The morning had started out with word that NBC news in Panama City Beach would be doing an interview about our mission. The momentum of this run was slow to build but as with all organic growth, there is more longevity. Like a marathon versus a sprint, the mindset had to be on completing one step at a time. The interview with reporter Kelly Baumgarten was thorough. Both Crystal and I were impressed at how much information she acquired...

1/6/2015

A normal person wouldn’t add a couple miles to an already heavy day of running. But then again, nothing about this trip has been normal. I started the day eager to run down the 30A trail. I think that playing the Visit South Walton Monopoly game the previous night made the area seep into my subconscious. I stepped out of the trailer and saw that cars were already parked in the lot. I only had to run a few minutes before the buildings disappeared. The trees surrounded my path and I was one with nature. Every so often an entrance to the forest called my name. I managed to ignore the beckoning trails until I reached Crystal by Grayton Beach.

I scanned my surroundings but still hadn’t seen the unique lakes I had heard so much about...