So I just realized that the post from yesterday never uploaded. So tonight’s post will be a double whammy! Here’s yesterday’s tale:
Today I ran out into the middle of nowhere. Early on in the run I saw a sign that said” No Services for next 100 miles” Oh my. It was perfect weather though and quite enjoyable. It is really weird out in the desert … it’s like there is no sense of time or distance. I usually have somewhat a good sense for how long I’ve run, without looking at a clock or mile markers, but out here I have no idea. If it weren’t for my brother in the RV I wouldn’t have known when to stop.
Speaking of the RV, the days have taken a different tilt since my brother has been with me. It is really nice because I can run 15 miles in the morning then break for a couple hours to eat lots of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, ice, and rest a bit. That’s how my training was back in Maine and it’s nice to do it that way again. Also because I can stop right at 25 or 30 or whatever mileage I want and not worry about reaching a town or lodging or anything.
The worst part of the day? I came face to face with a few big scary growling dogs. I am a huge baby about dogs to begin with and this has been one of my worst fears about the trip. Unfortunately I think these encounters will happen lots more : / this time I just stood tall and growled a bit back at them. They backed off a bit and I put as much distance between myself and them as I could, but quite a few people have suggested being nice to them. Or at least having treats on hand. Or using pepper spray. I carry pepper spray anyway, so that’s covered, but tonight I’ll get some treats too. If anybody has got any suggestions I’d love to hear them!
Other than that a wonderful day topped off by a delicious dinner cooked by my brother. Yet another advantage of having him and the RV with me : )
And today’s story:
Today was a bit of an interesting day. We got a late start and so I wasn’t running until 10. It felt a lot hotter today but I’m not sure if it really was. I ran 22 miles and did not see one house the entire time. It really feels like being on another planet.
At the end of my morning run, we came across a trucker stuck in the sand out in the middle of nowhere. My brother told him what I was doing, and the guy reaches right into his pocket and hands me a twenty-dollar bill. People really are incredible. Things like that are just very tangible examples of how generous and compassionate humans can be. It was a great way to end the morning run.
Broke for food and ice, pb and j again. Lots of Gatorade and Clif Shot Books, my favorite of the energy gels/bars/bites/goos/snacks etc. Didn’t get started on my second run until 3 because of the initial late start. I had 13 miles to run and had to cut it short by 3 miles because the sun was going down and I wasn’t up for sticking around to meet the coyotes. It’s a bit of a drag to be short 3 miles but in the grand scheme of things it’s just a minor setback. I can do the extra miles tomorrow.
right now I am sitting at the emergency room because my poor brother has some health issues going on. He got hit pretty bad in the ribs right before he came, and now he’s in a lot of pain and we want to make sure nothing is broken or bleeding internally etc. So everybody please send your prayers and good thoughts his way!
Also, I wanted to extend another thank you to Delorme for donating the handhold GPS and satellite communicator. Cell reception is very poor out here and the GPS has been working perfectly and allowing me to send Geo-tagged messages to my family letting them know I’m okay. In the next day or two I should have a website up where everyone can track my progress in real time. So cool!