The body is responding. I've been averaging 20 miles a day for the past week, and no more ice packs.
Part of any trip like this is meeting people. I know so little about the South. We seek out the storytellers in the little towns, visit museums and shops, and chat by the roadside. But we are outsiders struggling to read the tapestry, and we can only glimpse a few threads.
I stop in a parking lot to rest my feet, and a woman drives up. "God told me I should buy you a meal", and she hands me a McDonalds meal. I start to mutter that I am not homeless, and then remember a lesson my friend Loren taught me. Sometimes it is best to just graciously accept the kindness offered by others.
Another time I am lying by the roadside to rest the feet and a passing motorist calls 911 to report an old man passed out on the roadside.
Geez, do I look that pathetic? No, I think I am just experiencing good Southern Christian compassion.
That was the most entertaining blog entry I have read yet. I almost broke my butt falling off my chair laughing. That was so funny! I'm still giggling. Thank you! Totally made my Friday and I'll be chuckling through the weekend. This truely is a Good Friday. Hope you manage to have a wonderful Easter this weekend! So, good to hear the conditioning is getting better.
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