4/8/2011

I have discovered that Hawaiian Tropic lip balm is superior to chapstick. Being exposed to the scorching sun can really dry out your lips. When they crack it kinda stings. Well, for the first few weeks I was using the medicated chapstick. It seemed like it helped but man when I ate salsa or hot sauce, I found myself manuvering my food into my mouth oh so carefully. It didn’t help because the sting found it’s way to my lips. I went on a search for one of those white tinted lip balms but ended up choosing Hawaiian Tropic. It was like instant magic. My lips healed and the bonus feature was that it tastes good enough to eat. These are the kinds of things I discover out here on the road. I even put some of it on my cheek today as sunscreen. Don’t laugh, it worked!!

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4/7/2011

Even though I am twenty-eight miles closer to the end of this journey, I really ran 30 something. I had to go around some very long trains. There we so many of them and some were moving. I even saw some hobo’s hanging out under the bridge.

You know what I find funny? I find the human need to create lines and boundaries funny. Originally I started out on the south side of interstate 40. The streets were red brick and the houses had white picket fences and purple flowers blooming on the trees. People smiled. Due to a freeway cutting across my running path I had to detour to the north side of the interstate. In an instant, the houses transformed from the Brady Bunch to the Bates motel. Just look at the pictures. I’m not kidding...

4/6/2011

I have never seen so many cows in one place. The cow factory was on the south side of the freeway and I was running on a service road north of the freeway. You wouldn’t believe how far the smell travelled. Even when I was several miles away from the cow factory it still stunk. I thought I was going to vomit as I ran.

The highlight of my day was passing Texas’ answer to Stonehenge or Easter Island. If you’ve ever driven on Route 66 outside of Amarillo you must have noticed the Classic cars sticking out of the ground. It was just a pure work of art in the middle of a dirt field. There was plenty of spray paint cans laying around so I decided to take a minute to leave the Papa Didos signature on a couple of the cars...