I Stink!

So I feel like I am that  kid you have in you  cabin at camp. You know, the one who steps off the bus on Monday wearing a white T-shirt, and refuses to change clothes all week even though his mom has packed him a full wardrobe. Then on Saturday he boards the same bus wearing the same white shirt that now contains grass stains, blotches of orange juice and remnants of the nose bleed he suffered on night two in the camp wide pillow fight. It seems every picture of me on this blog has me wearing the same clothes. Well unfortunately that seems to be the case. Oh I packed other shirts, but they are darker in colour intended for runs early in the day. And because of how this adventure has changed, it seems most of my running wardrobe is completely useless.

So my pace has slowed, considerably, but I guess that was to be expected. For all you Arete runners, my pace feels more like a recovery lap around the Steinbach track.

I spent another two hours on the pavement this morning. It was hot, but at one point I realized something. The sky was almost entirely clear and sunny except for a narrow band

of cloud cover directly above me. Sure felt like God was keeping me cool this morning, felt sort of like the Israelites following the pillar of cloud in the desert.

So Tracy deserves more credit for what she is accomplishing then do I. She will drop me off at the starting point, then drive the motorhome 5 miles down the highway, unload her bike and cycle back towards me. Usually we will meet about halfway and then run/ cycle together to the motorhome. But at the same time she is caring a backpack with not only my provisions but water for herself as well. My dear wife has already cycled almost 100 miles on this journey!