2/28/2015

Dampness filled the air. The wet, muggy oxygen permeated my lungs as I tried my best to push forward in the rain. I just wanted to reach a place where I could recharge and recuperate. I needed a proper bath to soak away all that ailed me. However all that had to wait. I repeatedly looked out the trailer door to see if the rain had lifted. When I finally found an opportunity I darted. I ran from the fast food parking lot with a jacket and hat. My legs skillfully avoided puddles as I made my way towards Fort Pierce.

As I ran up the eastern side of Florida I was reminded of my first steps in this state. The vegetation and wildlife had not changed too much. I did remember more forest in the northwestern part but other than that, the Cypress trees continued...

2/26/2015

Miscommunication can lead to misunderstanding. When I arrived in Wellington I was so excited to see a couple of friends from different time periods in my life. Our paths all converged conveniently on my 174th day of running. Crystal had worked diligently to secure us a place to meet and hang out. My mom and Crystal got to meet my friends Alejandro and Christian from South America, and my friend Dawn who was living in Wellington. We enjoyed lots of conversation and a light meal. The misunderstanding happened when the check came. Everyone that had come out intended to take care of the bill. We had made arranged beforehand to have our own portion donated to prevent an awkward scene. The bill came and everything was on the bill except for the drinks from the bar...

2/22/15

The proximity of Key West to Marathon was too close for me not to go. Having completed the southern part of my run I wanted to relax a bit. The Florida Keys seemed like the perfect option for such an endeavor. Emerald green iguanas relaxed around Key West. The trees swayed when the cool light winds blew as we walked to Lupita’s Mexican restaurant. Right off the bat I knew I would love the food. The chips had been freshly made and the salsa had a light sweet taste. The enchiladas were filled with cheese and not too salty. The owners of the establishment had a daughter that seemed a bit shy when we first gave her a book. Her name was Elizabeth just like my mom. In very little time Elizabeth was out of her shell and chatting with us...