3/14/2015

I bundled up to escape the cool breeze. The toll of all the thirty mile days had worked a number on my body. I believe I slept motionless until 9:30 the next morning. I had originally wanted to hit the road early but that plan was shot. I glanced around the trailer and suggested we wash all our clothes. After the hot sweaty days mixed with the intense downpour, my damp clothes had the trailer smelling like a high school locker room. Crystal agreed to meet me in the town of Brunswick and get started on the laundry. But first, she wanted to finish her job of organizing our box of receipts.

I had consumed plenty of protein with all the peanut butter I consumed at breakfast. When I ran towards town I consumed plenty more...

3/13/2015

After ten hours of sleep I woke up ready to run. My body needed the rest and I obliged. Every day had been thirty miles. On this day I would again shoot for thirty miles. Of course, I wasn’t sure if Mother Nature was ready to help me out. The moment I set foot outside the trailer it began to sprinkle. The border was only two miles away so a little rain would not deter me. A brief warmup trot took me across the river that separated Florida from Georgia. It was cause for celebration and the weather let me have that moment. It only let me have that moment.

After we got our photographs and Crystal and my mom took off for Kingsland GA. the rain began to come down a little harder. For a few miles I ran through scattered showers...

3/12/2015

Downtown Jacksonville looked like many other downtown areas I have run through. The difference was the river that divided the city. When I left the Hyatt, runners were everywhere. The walkway along the river provided a scenic backdrop for the fitness enthusiast. My route took me away from the river. It was the invariable layout of inner city poverty surrounded by suburb. The previous day’s rain left a grey water aroma in the air.

When the sun peeked out, I immediately removed my sweatshirt. I had several days of profuse sweating and I learned that I needed to let my skin breath. Of course my preference was to run shirtless anyway. As I neared the Florida border, the scenery changed. The greens became a little less vibrant...