5/9/2015

We had been gaining some great momentum. My muscles felt like they were made from iron fibers, my message was reaching plenty of kids, and our job of contacting press had gotten easier. But after my appearance at the Shriner’s Hospital in Philadelphia things began to go downhill. The problems began like a pebble trickling from a hill. They ended up crashing down like an avalanche.

Crystal had come into contact with a sick person and for a couple of days, it seemed that I had successfully protected myself from the germs. Our trailer, the equivalent of a walk in closet in size, must have trapped a couple of those little bugs because they finally found me. The bug was not very powerful but it was annoying. At the beginning I dismissed the irritation as allergy to pollen...

5/1/2015

Even though the cameraman from the News Station arrived after breakfast my eyes still felt heavy. The interview was short so I had more time to rest before getting back on the road. I had become accustomed to the questions that were on people’s minds. I could probably conduct the interview myself. The cameraman transferred the footage we possessed to his computer so he didn’t have to shoot me on the road. Before leaving, he told me it would probably air four times.

I rested my body in hot bath. I poured large Epson crystals into the steaming tub to try and replenish some of my lost minerals. The large toes on both of my feet were black and blue. A few of the smaller ones were already regaining their color. The toes felt no sensation of pain...

4/29/2015

My body had been rising from rest later and later. The changing time zones were no longer an excuse. The adventure was nothing short of amazing but the monetary aspect of the trip started to weigh me down. I had spoken to kids about goal setting and how to achieve their goals but I found myself far short of the monetary goal of this trip. The idea gnawed at me. At times it climbed on my back and gripped my shoulders. Crystal had mentioned on occasion that on certain days I wasn’t myself. Perhaps the goals should not be looked at as interdependent. Perhaps the monetary goal should have had an achievement date beyond the run.

I unplugged the ipod and tried to listen to nature. I knew it would have things to tell me and signals to send. I took to the hilly roads...