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10/1/2014

I left the Goldminer RV resort after a chilly evening. I had a deep and restful sleep in the trailer even though the first sign of the new season had surfaced. We stayed cozy with ample blankets and a hot chocolate. The early days of this journey it was easy to wake up. The scorching sun provided a loud wake up call every morning. Today I found that I didn’t even peek out of the blankets until 7:45. Even after that I still wanted to stay under wraps.

The day’s run was rather simple. I almost ran past my one and only turn but fortunately I figured that Railroad Road meant the road next to the tracks. It was dirt with no signs. Taking all lessons, up to this point, into account. Crystal and I agreed to use two different roads...

9/30/2014

The Tombstone Grand Hotel was a fantastic place to stay. The view from our room was of the surrounding green hills. In the morning the sun gently kissed my face for a soft awakening. The air on my skin was cool, almost cold. I wasn’t sure if the temperature was a tease or if autumn was upon us. Either way it was a gift.

The forces of the universe conspired to keep me there an extra day. On day 35, just after fueling my body with a nutritious breakfast at the hotel, I headed out to run Middlemarch Road. Sign #1 A mile into the run my leg felt funny. I had remembered jumping down from the fifth wheel after fixing something on the roof, and landing somewhat funny, but pain didn’t register. Not until I tried to tackle Cochise’s stronghold...

9/29/2014

My legs were wrapped throughout the night for maintenance. It has become a ritual. Salt or alcohol bath at night to sooth and replenish the tired muscles, circular massage with sports cream, then a moment to unwind and let everything dry. I eat plenty of protein within thirty minutes after I call it the day. My dinners are a high carbohydrate affair. After writing my blog, being social on social media, and returning emails, I pass out. When I open my eyes everything begins all over again.

The days are uncomfortable at times but would I be any more comfortable sitting in an air conditioned room? I just know that at the end of every day, when I get a little taste of success, the pain is forgotten. Only a sense of accomplishment remains.

Benson to Tombstone was one road...