7/21/2011

Sweltering heat. Mix in some humidity and presto you get insatiable thirst. From the outset, today was rough. Did I really expect to coast through the final days? Despite the trying conditions the day had it’s moments. My spirits flew high and I was swaggering through the streets. Did I just coin a phrase? I think it means to move with swagger. Doesn’t matter, if it does exist already, I’m borrowing it for today.

En route to my penultimate state, I had several people pause to give me compliments. I think happiness radiates and people pick up on the vibe.

When you think of Philly, you think of cheese steaks and the liberty bell. I don’t eat meat so I thought of our founding fathers...

7/20/2011

I woke up from a great rest. Downstairs soothing music played on the stereo while fruit, yogurt, and granola greeted me. I could tell this was going to be a good day. The scent of the hot breakfast reinforced the sentiment. I had a roasted red pepper, seasoned potatoes, toast with homemade jam, and two perfectly fried eggs. Breakfast really does set the tone for your entire day.

After breakfast it was time to say good bye to the Blue Hen bed and breakfast. Amy and Don sent me on my way with well wishes and a jar of her homemade strawberry jam. I started on the road and my thoughts played in rewind mode. I replayed crucial parts of this spiritual expedition. I asked myself many questions. I wanted to know if there was anything I could have done differently...

7/19/2011

Waking up to the thought that I’m nearing the end makes my joints much less stiff. The joy of running is returning. It’s either that or the joy of finishing. I’m so encouraged by the recent letters I’ve recieved from friends old and new. Day after day I posted my adventures not knowing if a single soul was reading them. As long as I had an internet signal, I wrote about my daily activities. The fantastic occurred on a regular basis. Gaurdian angels kept me safe around every turn. A Hollywood screenwriter couldn’t have scripted it better.

There were moments when I felt lonely. I was never bored, it was more like isolated. I asked myself very difficult questions. I guess that’s what happens when it’s you, the road, and lots of miles ahead...