12/27/2014

The sound of thunder startled me out of bead. I crept over to the window and peered outside. It was a far different picture from the previous day. I went downstairs and enjoyed French toast, eggs, and oatmeal with blueberries and strawberries. I filled my tummy with plenty of nutrient dense foods. The grey clouds blanketed the entire sky. With only twelve miles to run I waited for a dry window of opportunity to make a dash.

My chance came in the afternoon. I hit the road with an oversized garbage bag protecting my body. It was supposed to keep my clothes dry but somehow the plastic wrapping only added a loud rumbling in my ear. A few minutes into my run the rain began to pour. When I looked towards the gulf on my left, my obscured view only saw dark clouds...

12/26/2014

Patterns of long wavy lines were scribbled on the desolate beaches. I spotted very few people around my running environment. They were missing out on the glorious rays beaming from above. Without a cloud in sight, the day was perfect for running off a holiday meal. As my feet made their way through the state of Mississippi, I noticed the amount of litter on the roadside diminished exponentially. The amount of speeding drivers however, had increased.

After eight miles, I reached yet another long bridge. A wall protected a lane made for bicyclists and runners. I stayed relatively dry on the two miles stretch over calm water. It surprised me that I wasn’t dripping in sweat like I would have been one state ago; especially since I was right next to the water...

12/25/2014

On the day before Christmas the day started with hot chocolate and beignets. Crystal and I agreed that it was a good idea to enjoy the New Orleans specialty one last time. Despite the previous night’s downpour and despite being Christmas eve, the streets were packed. The sweet powder of the French donuts dissolved in my mouth as tourists and locals crowded between the green awning of the restaurant. They had lowered the canvas walls to keep some of the cold out.

We loved every minute of our stay at the best hotel in New Orleans; The Historic Olivier House. Our room was the best part of visiting the city. The comfort and ambience had surpassed my expectations but it was time to get back on our journey. Once I reached the east side of New Orleans, the roads silenced...