12/2/2014
The unpredictable weather has kept me on my toes. Day 92 looked like a wash. The clouds covered the entire sky and the humidity was at a hundred percent. I could have worn a wetsuit and rode a surfboard to cover some miles. Running was not a possibility. I massaged my leg muscles over and over as I sat in the trailer at the Goose Creek RV Park. Our compact living quarters quickly filled with the scent of menthol and hot chocolate. The hard pattering rain on the roof was much like a lullaby and the temperature was cold. I had no choice but to take comfort under the covers. I read a little bit but my eyelids grew heavy and I slipped into a slumber.
Around 2:30 PM the pattering mysteriously disappeared. I looked out and saw my window of opportunity...
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