3/19/2015

Scrambled eggs with veggies and toasted croissants filled the trailer with a buttery scent. We took the time to enjoy our last breakfast then we helped my mom pack her items. The airport was a minute away from where we parked. The airport had only a few airline terminals and a small lobby. I hugged my mom and walked with her until the security check. We were sad to see her go.

After escorting my mom to the departure terminal, Crystal and I began to make our way back to the spot we left off. There were festivities in the city and a parade for St. Patrick’s Day but after all the thirty mile day, we both just wanted to rest and relax. We rented a couple videos from a redbox and stayed in the trailer vegging out...

3/17/2015

The chirping bird ensemble signaled the onset of spring. The day was warm and I was determined to reach a spot close to the Savannah airport. My mom was returning to California. The previous days had taught me to cover up while running. My body itched in several places from the various bites. I slipped on my usual long CEP compression socks but I ran with my cap, sunglasses, and a cloth wrapped around my face to avoid swallowing the insects. I felt like a comic book character but I wasn’t sure if the getup looked more like the hero or the villain.

Every step closer to Savannah brought about more St. Patrick’s Day advertisements. They reminded us that we didn’t have lodging in the city. Apparently Savannah has one of the biggest St. Paddy’s celebrations in the United States...

3/15/2015

The luxury of giant beds had been a distant memory until my stay at the Open Gates Bed and Breakfast. After a bath filled with bubbles, healing salts, and sports alcohol, I was ready for comfort. My head sank into the soft pillows while the bed cradled my limp body. It rendered me unconscious until the dark hours of the night when my hunger began to beckon. Not wanting to wake anyone I laid there and told myself I wasn’t hungry.

Morning arrived quickly. I woke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee. On the first floor of the house we met several other guests. Marilyn and Scott Sweetland were a couple from up North while Henry and Patty were from Sabastian Florida; a place we passed a couple weeks ago...