10/10/2014

The raging winds howled. They were like spirits rocking the trailer to and fro. It was actually calming to me like a cradle. Crystal had a very different sentiment. The flying aluminum siding brought her no comfort. She periodically peeped out the window worried that it might hit the trailer as it danced through the night.

By morning all winds had subsided as if they were night spirits returning to the grave. I felt as fresh as possible. Moving at a snail’s pace, I searched for the items I use in my morning ritual. Glucosamine, muscle cream, green tea – check. I was without a doubt.
I had expected to run another thirty plus day but when I looked at the exit I realized I would be cutting a few miles out of the schedule if I stayed somewhat close to the freeway...

10/8/2014

I feel sorry for bitter people. It must take a lot to make some people so unhappy. Even if the idea of giving to children doesn’t appeal to a person, why show such disdain? Why be rude? Does it make the person being rude feel better? So last night a waitress/manager shooed Crystal and myself out of her restaurant. She had brown hair and she seemed a bit frazzled. She said that we shouldn’t be hounding her to purchase something or for money during her dinner rush. Once again, it is bad to make assumptions. Crystal and I didn’t ask her for a donation of money. We didn’t even ask her to donate a meal. Also, what waitress would consider two tables a dinner rush? After putting in thirty-two miles, I didn’t expect such a frosty reception. Crystal and I didn’t say anything to the lady...

10/7/2014

Where does the time go? When we focus on our goals the distractions get tuned out. As I run I try to take note of the things in my immediate surroundings. The sounds of the Arizona desert are very different from New Mexico. Before the sounds of various creatures tickled my ears. Here the creatures are a less vocal. Instead, I hear trains roaring and screeching often. Of course it may be due to the fact that I’ve had to take a route close by the railroads. The Butterfield stage coach had a route practically parallel to these iron horses. They had set up trading posts every twenty miles. It is because of those settlers that I am able to have this adventure.

The sights have subtly changed as well. The rattle snakes have been replaced by a less poisonous breed...