7/6/2011

It’s been several weeks without a break now. Pushing thirty plus miles most days. Popping glucosamine like candy. Good thing it’s not addictive. Trying to finish strong.

So many times on this crazy, wonderful, and epic journey, I have seen the hand of divine intervention. I speak often about listening to the elements and the world around us. Today was my turn. The moment I ran into a gas station, a huge downpour happened. I did need to give myself a little time off. I wanted to shave. I wanted more sleep. I wanted my body to feel light. When I made the decision to call the day early a rainbow appeared. I instantly recalled the other day in Ohio when Jason and Mimi told me how rainbows are a sign for them. I figured it must be a sign for me as well...

7/5/2011

Black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow. Everywhere I look I see black and yellow. I’ve heard Wiz Khalifa’s song for the team a couple hundred times in heavy rotation. This truly is Steeler country. It’s a proud city with a strong football heritage. They sure do love their team here. It’s awesome to see the way sport brings communities together. Every state I’ve passed loyal fans of various pro and college teams but I think Pittsburg tops my list.

In my rush to get to D.C., I’m surprised that I was still able to take in the city. I think that’s one of the good things about running. You can still catch little details here and there. One of the things I spotted was the Heinz name splattered all over the place. Catsup and steel; what an unusual combination...

7/4/2011

Cheryl and Dakota prepared a breakfast pizza for me on this fine fourth of July morning. It’s too bad I wasn’t able to stay for the festivities. I hear they throw awesome parties. As I hit the road, I couldn’t help but think about America. It is Independence day after all. My thoughts went back to the time the founding fathers wanted to be liberated from the taxes of England. They wanted the freedom to worship. The idea I love the most though is the freedom to pursue happiness.

I want to know how independent we really are. It seems to me like we depend on foreign oil. We have become dependent on foreign manufacturing. And, with the falling scores in our schools, how will the kids pursue happiness...