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10/11/2014

The night’s rest was uneasy. I could not stop thinking about one of my best friends. He was such a kind and caring person and he had a huge heart. Unfortunately that heart of his could beat no more. His baritone voice sounded in my head as I tried to get some sleep for the upcoming day’s run. It would be a shorter run compared to the miles of an average day but, it would be tough.
The difficulty of the run didn’t come from terrain, distance, or weather. Instead the difficulty came from the range of emotions surging through my soul. It is strange how tragedy can trigger an onslaught of senses. The memory of a time passed becomes so visceral, so real, it is as if you are there.

My body felt fine. The first mile of the day was to the New Mexico/Texas border...

10/10/2014

Mesilla was a beautiful little town. The plaza and the homes all had Spanish influences. Many times th smallest places have been the friendliest. Everyone smiles and waves and no one seems to be in a rush. The morning started with a warm smile and a delicious breakfast of German pancakes. They were these light and fluffy creations topped with cream cheese and strawberries. With it I drank a delicious ginger tea. With the relaxed atmosphere and comfortable surroundings we decided to look through the small shops and walk through the plaza. Of course we ended up at a Bowlins Mesilla book store. The owner, Paul, was a fit gentleman with white hair and spectacles. We were able to chat for some time. I found out he was a runner as well.
He agreed to buy a set of books and sell them in...

10/10/2014

The raging winds howled. They were like spirits rocking the trailer to and fro. It was actually calming to me like a cradle. Crystal had a very different sentiment. The flying aluminum siding brought her no comfort. She periodically peeped out the window worried that it might hit the trailer as it danced through the night.

By morning all winds had subsided as if they were night spirits returning to the grave. I felt as fresh as possible. Moving at a snail’s pace, I searched for the items I use in my morning ritual. Glucosamine, muscle cream, green tea – check. I was without a doubt.
I had expected to run another thirty plus day but when I looked at the exit I realized I would be cutting a few miles out of the schedule if I stayed somewhat close to the freeway...