It's Andy again, perhaps for the last time, perhaps not. I would like to apologize for not getting something up on the site sooner but the last two weeks have been extremely busy. I also wanted to reread my journal and take down a few notes in order to write this final blog. It took me awhile to go back and see how far we have come but without further delay here are all the answers to some of your questions as well as fun facts and random findings along the way. If you can think of anything else you might want to ask us that I have not included feel free to email us. I will be happy to try and answer it for you.
Before I begin, I would like to take a few minutes of your time to talk about my friend Mark Seigers. Mark is the sole reason I got into ultra-running a few years ago and distances beyond what I thought were personally doable. He is the strongest distance runner that I have ever known and one of the hardest workers around. His running resume is impressive, to say the least, and he is always looking to challenge himself as well as his body’s natural limits. The guy simply has heart and he runs with it every time he walks out the front door. On June 29th Mark is attempting to begin his traverse of Vermont’s Long Trail, the oldest long distance hiking trail in America built by the Green Mountain Club between 1910 and 1930. The Long Trail follows the main ridge of the Green Mountains from the Massachusetts-Vermont line to the Canadian border as it crosses Vermont’s highest peaks. It was the inspiration for the Appalachian Trail, which coincides with it for one hundred miles in the southern third of the state.
He is completing this trail 100% unsupported by carrying all of his own gear and food he will need. He plans on averaging approximately 42 miles a day, 48 miles the longest day and 24 miles the shortest day (the last day). There is approximately 67,000 feet of elevation gain & roughly the same about of elevation loss over the 272 miles. He hopes to complete the entire trail in less than a week (approximately 6 days and 14 hours) setting a new self-supported record by more than a day. The current record stands at 7 days and 15 hours. Not only is Mark attempting to break the record but he is looking to shatter it by more than 24 hours! Go big or go home. Check out his site (http://mseigers.edublogs.org) and follow his progress along with the rest of us. We wish you luck Mark and we all know you are going to come out on top.
Now back to the show…
San Diego was amazing and it was great getting to spend some time with our family and friends. I think after that first day we all half expected to wake up, pack the joggers and hit the road. Lucky for us we don't have to unless our mind and bodies are in the mood for, something my mind isn't ready for just yet. I know someone (Dan) said we would be updating you about our time in California and for that I am sorry. It was hard to find time and blog about our day when everything was going by so fast. We all had the time of our lives celebrating such a huge accomplishment but towards the end of the week I could tell we were all ready to get back home and to the real world. It has been a long four months of non-stop-always-doing-something-action and I couldn’t wait to just sit down and relax. For the record I am still doing a lot of that.
We were able to go to the San Diego Zoo, two Padres games (which they lost both), Disney Land, Sea World, the beach for a few days and run the Rock N’ Roll Marathon. The marathon was a lot of fun but painful to some degree at the same time. After about 10 miles of actual running we decided to “NationRun” it, which consisted of running for a bit then walking. We figured if we had crossed the entire country with this technique why change now? With about 6 miles left in the day we met a runner who was in a great amount of pain. After running with her and talking we found out she was originally from Rochester, NY only a few hours from us. It was incredible out of all the people running we managed to find someone so close to home. For the rest of the day we ran with her telling stories about our run and even singing to her in order to lift her spirits across the finish line. It was a perfect way to end the trip.
For those of you wondering here are our times:
Matt – 4:09:29
Ken – 4:09:32
Rick – 4:09:34
Andy – 4:09:39
This was Matt, Ken, and Rick’s first official marathon and I was glad to share that experience with them. Some of you might be thinking after running across the country these guys should have ran in the low 2 hours. Unfortunately, that was not the case as we enjoyed the day and never really pushed the pace. However, we did run about an hour faster than what we were averaging while on the road; pretty impressive if you ask me.
We all flew home on June 3rd after a week of fun except Matt. He decided to stay out and catch the four game Mets-Padres series with his brother Mike. The whole reason for staying the extra week was simply to watch these baseball games. For those of you who have not followed the Mets or this series it pains me to say they lost all four games in excruciating fashion. Each game more painful than the last. As I watched from my bedroom in New York I only took comfort knowing I wasn’t at the games as Matt was. How mad I would have been.
Finally, before moving on to what everyone is interested in I must inform you that I have once again shaved my head. After four and a half months of hair growth it was all gone in a matter of minutes. I am still not use to it after having hair for the first time in years but soon I will get back to my old ways. Also, Durkin decided that his mustache had seen enough and shaved as soon as he entered the great state of New York. It was a good run fella and it certainly made us laugh along the way and for that we thank you.
As I already stated I am going to list as many random facts as I can hoping to answer some of the questions we have received over the last two weeks. Most of them will be in a bullet format but some I might have to explain as to what it means. Here goes…
Average Distance Covered Per Day – 25 miles
Average Speed – 5 MPH
Estimated Number of Total Hours Running – 620 Hours
Number of Days It Rained – 2
Number of Days It Snowed – 2
Most Miles in One Day – 40 (when a town didn’t exist)
Least Miles in One Day – 9 (when Matt got sick)
Most Hours Running In One Day – 9
Least Hours Running In One Day – 3
Highest Elevation – 7,796 Feet
Lowest Elevation - -113 Feet below Sea Level
Hottest Temperature – 112 degrees
Coldest Temperature – 20 degrees
Number of Days Taken Off (Planned or Unplanned) – 13
Number of Flat Tires – 25
Consecutive Days Camping Out – 5
Number of Days Between Camping Out – 34 (Day 34-68 we were housed in some way)
Number of Times Our Name Was on a Billboard – 4 (Snyder-TX, Post-TX, Plains-TX, Roswell-NM)
Number of Key’s To the City Received – 1 (Roswell)
Most Miles Covered in 30 Hours – 66
Strongest Winds Faced - 60-65 mph (Bingham, NM)
Number of Shoes Needed - 7-10 (Ken & Andy used 7, Matt used 10)
Number of Blogs Written
Rick DeCarr - 31
Andy Wahila - 26
Matt Durkin - 24
Ken Stannard - 18
Dan Verdi - 10
Nicholas "Pampers" Pampena - 3
Travis Visco - 2
Claire Albertson - 2
Kaitlyn Skelley - 1
Michelle Stannard - 1
Mike Durkin - 1
Gravel Pile Foot Race Records
Durkin – 3-0
Andy – 0-3
Ken – 0-0
Number of State Border Crossings
Andy – 3 (MS, NM, CA)
Ken – 3 (AR, TX, AZ)
Matt – 1 (AL)* He would like everyone to know he was the first in the ocean finishing
Number of Days in Each State
Georgia – 12
Alabama – 10
Mississippi – 8
Arkansas – 9
Texas – 24
New Mexico – 16
Arizona – 25
California – 12
Miles per State
Georgia – 296
Alabama – 231
Mississippi – 201
Arkansas – 199
Texas – 561
New Mexico – 446
Arizona – 536
California – 318
Total Miles – 2,788
All-Time NationRun Cameo Mileage List
1. Rick DeCarr 152 miles
2. Dan Verdi 86 miles
3. Kaitlyn Skelley 37 miles
4. Carlos Miller (Kyle Walcott) 30 miles
5. John Teeples 27 miles
5. Reynold Counts 27 miles
7. Dave Durkin 26.5 miles
8. Owen The Wonder Dog 19 miles
9. Josh "Sunshine" Mitchell 12 miles
10. Mike McWillilams 9 miles
11. Columbus Running Club 7 miles
12. Texarkana Running Club 6.5 miles
13. Josh Kesslar-Reynolds 6.2 miles
13. Pat Sharky 6.2 miles
15. Juwan Nuvayokua 5.1 miles
16. Archie Echols 1.5 miles
17. Scott Mindel .25 miles
17. Lisa Wahila .25 miles
17. Mike Wahila .25 miles
17. Sue Durkin .25 miles
Where We Stayed
Housed by a family – 34 nights
Someone paid for a hotel for us – 32 nights
Camped out – 16 nights
We paid for a hotel – 10 nights
Fire Station – 7 nights
Church – 5 nights
Camper/Trailer – 2 nights
Youth Center – 2 nights
Hunting Cabin – 2 nights
High School -1 night
Police Station – 1 night
Rammed Earth Home – 1 night
College/University – 1 night
Samaritan House – 1 night
Tornado Shelter – 1 night
Number of Times Camping Out In Each State
Georgia – 3
Alabama – 1
Mississippi – 0
Arkansas – 1
Texas – 0
New Mexico – 1
Arizona – 7
California – 3
Different Animals Seen While Running
1. Road runner
2. Coyote
3. Wild Hog
4. Deer
5. Rattle Snake
6. Bob Cat
7. Prairie Dog
8. Armadillo
9. Condor
10. Countless Live Stock
Stopped to bowl (Texas) and hit balls at a driving range during the middle of a run (Arizona)
Shot guns, including machine guns, for the first time in our lives (thanks to Brent, Les and Machine Gun Mike)
We would also like to thank everyone who has helped us along the way reach our goal. Without your help this trip would not have been as enjoyable as it was. For that we are forever grateful to you and your family. We know we can never repay you or the generosity shown to us but we will never forget what you did for us. Thanks again and I apologize in advance for anyone that I left off.
Name City State
Mr & Mrs DeCarr Syracuse NY
Mr Grout Albany NY
Rick DeCarr Albany NY
Mr & Mrs Skelley Wolfeboro NH
Debbie & Jeff Farmer Savannah GA
Mike Durkin NC
Herman Golding Blitchton GA
Scott Mindell Lanier GA
Sarah Stewart Lanier GA
Shannon Arnold Lanier GA
Trieste Singnorino Lanier GA
Kathy Bradford Vidalia GA
Alamo Police/Fire Alamo GA
Mat Rainey Alamo GA
Victor Villegas Alamo GA
Chuck & Sherry Southerland Hawkinsville GA
Don & Dianne Herring Hawkinsville GA
Eric Lee Macon GA
Courtney Anderson Unadilla GA
Jon Daw Unadilla GA
Police Chief Ernest Dennard Unadilla GA
Ervin & Janiece Bauder Ellaville GA
Dave Perry Americus GA
Reynold Counts Columbus GA
John Teeples Fortson GA
Sue Rosso Columbus GA
Beth Swedberg Cussete GA
Cynthia Perry Cusseta GA
Mitch Bain Columbus GA
Andy & Kellye Sparks Columbus GA
Bill Berry Cataula GA
John Cobis Columbus GA
Mike Chancey Phoenix City AL
Dr. Ed Lopez Columbus GA
Troy Espiritu Columbus GA
Cecil & Battye Cheves Columbus GA
Chris & Lori Exum Opelika AL
Donald (Red) & Donna Cowart Opelika AL
Professor Kwesi Daniels Tuskegee AL
Elizabeth Sims Auburn AL
John & Carrie Pennell Montogomery AL
Lisa Carswell Prattville AL
Pam Dorr Greensboro AL
Betsy Ramaccia Greensboro AL
Willy Crichton Greensboro AL
Rebecca Washburn Greensboro AL
Jennifer Pearson Eutaw AL
Katie Cannon Eutaw AL
Kimberly Fletcher Eutaw AL
Ralph Banks Eutaw AL
Dan & Billie Williams Eutaw AL
Larence & Tricia Lavender Aliceville AL
Irvin & Virginia Eatman Eutaw AL
Tom & Connie Kay Aliceville AL
Debra & Greg Duncan Louisville MS
Janice & Robbie Chambliss Kosciusko MS
Teresa Fuller Lousiville MS
Sara cummins Kosciusko MS
Kosciusko Police Department Kosciusko MS
Tony Angelini Jackson MS
Brooke Millman Jackson MS
Random Lady Durant MS
Mr. & Mrs. Durkin Rensselaer NY
Anita Stall MS
Robert Pugh Portland AR
Kevin Black Strong AR
Mike Leveritt El Dorado AR
Sterling Claypoole El Dorado AR
Lori Poole Liquor Store AR
Random guy in snow storm Side of Road AR
Bailey Dlaney Magnolia AR
Kendall Mears Magnolia AR
Joshua Mitchell (Sunshine) Magnolia AR
Terry Ford Side of road AR
Gayla McDonald Lewisville AR
April Allen Lewisville AR
Gayther & Jana Crank Lewisville AR
Mike & Tracy Jones Texarkana TX
Mike Riley Texarkana TX
Barry Brynt Texarkana TX
Edna Walker New Boston TX
Clemons, Lenoir, Dennis, Jimmy Avery TX
Bill Trimm - Mayor Avery TX
Lynn Stephenson Avery TX
Ann Rushing - Mayor Clarksville TX
Diane Peek - Office Manager Clarksville TX
Charlie Martin Clarksville TX
Teresa & Brian Niblett Paris TX
Stephanine Sanders Paris TX
Tommy & Vicky Lewis Paris TX
Becky Semple Paris TX
Dawn Oats Honey Grove TX
Mark & Kathy Johnson Honey Grove TX
Ladies Auxiliary of VFW Post 7875 Honey Grove TX
Jody Williams Honey Grove TX
Charles Wrenn Leonard TX
Barbara & Billy D Watson Leonard TX
Roby & Sue Watson Leonard TX
Steven Medford Leonard TX
Jerry Scoggins Leonard TX
Michael Mosier Mckinney TX
Les Hawes Mckinney TX
Brent & Vanessa Jones Flower Mound TX
Scott & Elyse Hollrah Flower Mound TX
Pam Ackley Cleburne TX
Dan McGraw Denton TX
Maclain & Heather Jobe Runaway Bay TX
Ben Taylor Bryson TX
Casey - DQ Girl Bryson TX
Amy Willis Bryson TX
Danny Buckalew Bryson TX
Dave & Mary Harris Throckmorton TX
Greg & Angie Scarlett Throckmorton TX
Jim Wahila & Kathy Haskell TX
Lisa Meador Aspermont TX
Cliff Gilmore - Superintendent Aspermont TX
Jeff Sedberry Aspermont TX
Alex Long Aspermont TX
Mike & Terrie McWilliams Snyder TX
Tara Trevey Snyder TX
Kevin Bell Arlington TX
Jacky & Thressa Harp Post TX
Judge Lee Norman Post TX
Jerry Webster Tahoka TX
Mary Jo Collins Brownsfield TX
Justin Jaworski - Executive Director Brownsfield TX
Terry Howard Plains TX
Pam & Jeff Redman - Mayor Plains TX
Saundra Stephen Plains TX
Linda Wall Plains TX
Tommy Box Plains TX
Suzette Meutcheon Plains TX
Sarah Burrus Plains TX
Sonya Cogburn Tatum NM
Deanne Gruben Tatum NM
Rock N' Roll B & B Plains TX
Jack & Reba Luce Tatum NM
Bill & Karen Armstrong Roswell NM
Glaze & Linda Sacra Roswell NM
Archie & Donna Echols Lubbock TX
Dirk & Whitney Sonive Roswell NM
Bella Flores Riverside NM
Curtis & Danella Miller Hondo NM
Dottie Edwards Hondo NM
Don Tineo Roswell NM
Kristi Sepkowitz - Postmaster Capitan NM
Nadine & Kayla Baker Capitan NM
Horseman Grill Capitan NM
Jerry & Tutsie Monroe Capitan NM
Barbara Bradly Carrizozo NM
Welda Grider Carrizozo NM
Monty Bingham NM
Susan & Matt Reynolds Hillsboro NM
James Grider Carrizozo NM
Carlos Gonzales San Antonio NM
Barbara Bradly & Mom Carrizozo NM
Pierre Amestoy Alalbuquerque NM
Ed Ericksen Magdelena NM
Lutter & Toni Broaddus Magdelena NM
Kenny & Laurie Vance Magdelena NM
Mike & Lisa Wahila Endicott NY
John Wallace III Seejohnrun.com
Kathy Knapp Pie Town NM
Josephine Goebel St. Michaels AZ
Bud Paine Ganado AZ
Josh Kesslar-Reynolds Lake George NY
Pat Sharky Lake George NY
Jeremy Begur Ganado AZ
Lolini Sargent Keams Canyon AZ
Rick Baker Second Mesa AZ
Juwan Nuvayokua Keams Canyon AZ
Ann & Pat O'Connor Tuba City AZ
Bill Orman Tuba City AZ
Amanda & Carl Perry Tuba City AZ
Sister Walberger Cameron AZ
Kyle Walcott St. George UT
Betsy Mason & Kirby Cook Prescott AZ
Elbert & Gretie Nitcher Reno NV
Kip & Sherry Koehler Prescott AZ
Steve & Shelley Bergeson Yarnell AZ
Sandra Goddard Wickenburg AZ
Daisy & Mary Guzman Aguila AZ
Patrick Pirtle Bouse AZ
Rusty & Rob - "Somewhere Bar" Bouse AZ
Captain Hiatt - Parker Fire Dept Parker AZ
Jacque Murray Blythe CA
Dwayne Newman Blythe CA
Freddy Cornejo CA
Manuel Sevilla Brawley CA
Ernesto Celis Imperial CA
Steve Kretzschmar Ocotillo CA
Ricky Viesca Ocotillo CA
Enrique Robledo Ocotillo CA
Erik Cueto Ocotillo CA
Dan Verdi Denver CO
Stage Coach Trails Julian CA
Steve McNamara Julian CA
Craig Rembold Julian CA
Ron Stannard & Margaret Dacey Nassau NY
I am going to finish by typing out my journal entry from Day 115, only 32 miles away from the ocean and reaching our goal. I would usually write in my journal right before bed and recap the day and how I was feeling. This probably won’t be the last time you hear from us but until we see each on the road again…keep movin…
Day 115 - May 25, 2008 Julian, CA to Ramano CA – 22 miles
Tomorrow this all comes to an end. It is unreal to think about that and how far we have come. One more day on the road. One more day of dodging traffic and pushing the jogger every other mile. One more day of living with no rules or set plans. 116 days are here and gone. I can play this entire experience back in my head in a matter of seconds and still remember what it was like that first day on the road or the first time someone took us in to their home without really knowing us. It has been a long physical and mental battle yet here we stand only hours from accomplishing our dream. It was good and bad at the same time being away from everyone I love and care about so much. I guess when it comes down to it words can’t really explain what this trip has meant to me. I don’t even know if I understand what I am about to accomplish. Something as simple as following my dream but difficult in its own way. 2,788 miles later I ask myself, am I a changed man? I would like to think so. Maybe someone who can help others just as so many people have helped us. Someone who can appreciate the smaller things in life. Someone that takes things as they come and not worries too far into the future. Worry about today and the rest will follow. One step at a time and before you know it you will be 32 miles from running across the country. I think this trip is exactly what I needed at this point in my life. I feel blessed to be 24 years old, with a masters degree, a girlfriend who loves me and would do anything for me, an unbelievable family, the most amazing parents in the world, the greatest friends I could ask for and the ability to go anywhere on my own two feet (literally). I was able to chase down my dreams and come out better for it. The last four months have been some of the happiest, hardest, painful, carefree, relaxing, stressful and unforgettable months of my life. Thanks for putting up with me guys. I know I can be a pain in the ass at times but someone needed to keep the train in motion. I love you guys and always will.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Three Great Men
I still hope you are checking in on the guys and their adventures in San Diego. Over the last four months you have gotten to know them but I wanted to share some additional thoughts with you as these guys are more than my best friends, they are a part of my family.
I wrote this before the guys started the run, and I am even now more of a believer in every single word I wrote.
Baby Kenny
A Classic Case of Social Greatness. There is not one bad bone in his body, not one hateful thought in his mind. His heart if filled with love and joy. I put him up there with Mother Theresa; but instead of spreading goodwill and charity, Ken spreads smiles, high fives and laughs where ever he goes- and both are so needed in this world.
Ken makes life grand wherever he goes. He can’t wait to laugh at new and be awestruck by the different. This run means everything to Ken and nothing at the same time. That’s the wonderful thing about him; he is always blissful and content doing whatever the wind blows his way. He loves to daydream, and escape reality only for an afternoon.
Ken loves to wear ‘casual clothing’ as he calls it. That mostly comprises of whatever he can dig out of his closet, but he mysteriously always looks stylish. A baseball hat and aviators; Ken is good to go. Some would call Ken a social butterfly, but I would disagree. A butterfly moves from flower to flower, only spending a short time with each. But when Ken enters your life his presence lasts forever. He listens and tucks away facts about you in the corners of his heart that you later surprisingly finds he remembered. You can have a deep conversation with Ken about anything; life, religion, or politics it doesn’t matter because Ken will just listen.
I am more than certain that there will times that will be filled with tension; nerves will be frayed, bodies tired and patience run to its limit. But with all certainty Ken will bring humor to any situation. He once began singing ‘Had a Bad Day’ by Daniel Powter as he shuffled back and forth on his feet as a fight began to erupt between us and another group of kids. There was no reason why he started singing that song, but to only lighten the mood, which it did and no one fought that night.
Ken once danced in front of an arcade in Niagara Falls to Elvis Music. He got low, his butt almost touching the ground and just danced. People stared, but Ken didn’t care. His enthusiasm in life is infectious-I had to join him. Classic Ken.
Ken once said:
"It's only life and you don't need to take it so seriously. Kick back and relax and make mistakes and impress the wrong people and bark at people and dance around the middle of a crowded bus stop and put your giggle pants on and ride around with the top down and dish out high fives like it was the only job you were ever born to perform and do everything with your friends and do nothing with your friends and remain positive through everything and do your best and always have fun...but never grow up completely."
DK
A Most Mighty Heart. DK has the heart of a lion. Some say athletes with big hearts and little talent are good for the team, but not good for winning. You see DK is much like me-athletically declined in many areas. (OK he is not as bad as I am-he can catch a ball tossed less than a foot away.) But give DK what may seem like an insurmountable task and somehow he will leap over those hurdles by margins unthought-of. His heart not only was good for the team, but it also won. Over four years in college he worked his way to one of the most valuable, high scoring athletes on the track team. His heart pushed him to work harder. His heart made him faster. He surpassed any dreams I had for him in his running career and this run will again surpass my impression of his capability level. It’s not that I ever doubt his ability; it’s his ability that always surpasses my imagination.
While running is a large part of his life, DK doesn’t let one thing define who he is. We once joked that we would learn something new about him every week. And that’s been pretty much true. He once was in a band; Cat Box (They broke up due to ‘creative differences’), he likes all sorts of music and he loves sweets. He sets up shows at various locations to help young, upstart bands get exposure. He doesn’t do it for money, or even any slice of notoriety from a band that may become famous. It’s just another bend in the maze of his life. DK once created a game at our dining hall called the Arc. There were 9 different kinds of cereal and much like Noah’s Arc you had to gather two of each kind. But instead of stowing them on a boat and carrying them across the sea, you ate them. It made everyone sick for the entire day, but those three hours spent at the dining hall were worth every sugary bite. With his uniqueness comes his desire to retreat from the same. He can’t wait to escape shopping malls, reality TV and the dangerousness ness of a monotonous life.
He is wildly and blissfully optimistic. When he daydreams a glint of a 10-year-old boy can be seen in his eyes. He knows no barriers. Nothing is impossible. There are no limits. Life throws disappointments and downfalls, but he can’t see any of them.
When I was a senior DK was a freshman and I never knew how I touched his life until one day on a run he told me. I was warmed and blown away by his candor and true gratitude. If you have done something that made his life better, or made him happy, he was sure to tell you. He has an unadulterated love for the people in his life. The kind of dedication he provides is not easily matched. It will be his heart that will carry others through this run in times when it will be most needed.
Andy
The Sun. Andy has a gravitational and contagious personality. There is a little of him in everyone he knows. He rallies the troops, leads without words and has a kind heart that is felt and influences in an unspoken way. Every decision he makes is thought out, every move planned.
Andy always tries to always say and do the right thing, even if it gets him into trouble. He is a child at heart but yet his wisdom of your grandfather. He can talk on and on about almost nothing, but prefers to talk about something. Andy loves to tell ‘stories’-that sometimes go on forever, but are always entertaining. He believes in one's own independence, being able to do things on his own, think for himself, and not rely on others for confidence. But he will never get to the point where independence is just another word for alone.
He never lets anyone dictate his path in life. Often times on team runs he would go left while we went right-not because he was trying to be different, or difficult, but just because his legs carried him that way. But in his quiet leadership we followed him. If you ever argued with him, or had a disagreement, in the end you would somehow see his point of view. I joke that he somehow ends ‘on top’ in every bad situation. His words are always simple, but they spoke volumes. He never forces his opinion on you; he is comfortable letting you think on your own and disagree with him.
Laughter is a huge part of his life. Humor forms a conduit in which he communicates with everyone. There isn’t a day that a smile comes across his face, or a funny antidote uttered from his mouth. I admire his extremely and extraordinarily kindness. He shows it in the smallest of ways; when you are sad he somehow makes you grin, or if upset he makes you peaceful. I once was distraught over a situation that buckled me to me knees sobbing; he stood in silence crying with me. He didn’t say a word, and didn’t have to.
It will be without a doubt that this run would not be possible without him. He has a natural and amazing ability to see miles into the future. He sees people for who they really are. His natural leadership, wisdom, humor and kindness will guide them harmoniously through this voyage.
Matt, Ken and Andy-I love you guys.
-Dan
I wrote this before the guys started the run, and I am even now more of a believer in every single word I wrote.
Baby Kenny
A Classic Case of Social Greatness. There is not one bad bone in his body, not one hateful thought in his mind. His heart if filled with love and joy. I put him up there with Mother Theresa; but instead of spreading goodwill and charity, Ken spreads smiles, high fives and laughs where ever he goes- and both are so needed in this world.
Ken makes life grand wherever he goes. He can’t wait to laugh at new and be awestruck by the different. This run means everything to Ken and nothing at the same time. That’s the wonderful thing about him; he is always blissful and content doing whatever the wind blows his way. He loves to daydream, and escape reality only for an afternoon.
Ken loves to wear ‘casual clothing’ as he calls it. That mostly comprises of whatever he can dig out of his closet, but he mysteriously always looks stylish. A baseball hat and aviators; Ken is good to go. Some would call Ken a social butterfly, but I would disagree. A butterfly moves from flower to flower, only spending a short time with each. But when Ken enters your life his presence lasts forever. He listens and tucks away facts about you in the corners of his heart that you later surprisingly finds he remembered. You can have a deep conversation with Ken about anything; life, religion, or politics it doesn’t matter because Ken will just listen.
I am more than certain that there will times that will be filled with tension; nerves will be frayed, bodies tired and patience run to its limit. But with all certainty Ken will bring humor to any situation. He once began singing ‘Had a Bad Day’ by Daniel Powter as he shuffled back and forth on his feet as a fight began to erupt between us and another group of kids. There was no reason why he started singing that song, but to only lighten the mood, which it did and no one fought that night.
Ken once danced in front of an arcade in Niagara Falls to Elvis Music. He got low, his butt almost touching the ground and just danced. People stared, but Ken didn’t care. His enthusiasm in life is infectious-I had to join him. Classic Ken.
Ken once said:
"It's only life and you don't need to take it so seriously. Kick back and relax and make mistakes and impress the wrong people and bark at people and dance around the middle of a crowded bus stop and put your giggle pants on and ride around with the top down and dish out high fives like it was the only job you were ever born to perform and do everything with your friends and do nothing with your friends and remain positive through everything and do your best and always have fun...but never grow up completely."
DK
A Most Mighty Heart. DK has the heart of a lion. Some say athletes with big hearts and little talent are good for the team, but not good for winning. You see DK is much like me-athletically declined in many areas. (OK he is not as bad as I am-he can catch a ball tossed less than a foot away.) But give DK what may seem like an insurmountable task and somehow he will leap over those hurdles by margins unthought-of. His heart not only was good for the team, but it also won. Over four years in college he worked his way to one of the most valuable, high scoring athletes on the track team. His heart pushed him to work harder. His heart made him faster. He surpassed any dreams I had for him in his running career and this run will again surpass my impression of his capability level. It’s not that I ever doubt his ability; it’s his ability that always surpasses my imagination.
While running is a large part of his life, DK doesn’t let one thing define who he is. We once joked that we would learn something new about him every week. And that’s been pretty much true. He once was in a band; Cat Box (They broke up due to ‘creative differences’), he likes all sorts of music and he loves sweets. He sets up shows at various locations to help young, upstart bands get exposure. He doesn’t do it for money, or even any slice of notoriety from a band that may become famous. It’s just another bend in the maze of his life. DK once created a game at our dining hall called the Arc. There were 9 different kinds of cereal and much like Noah’s Arc you had to gather two of each kind. But instead of stowing them on a boat and carrying them across the sea, you ate them. It made everyone sick for the entire day, but those three hours spent at the dining hall were worth every sugary bite. With his uniqueness comes his desire to retreat from the same. He can’t wait to escape shopping malls, reality TV and the dangerousness ness of a monotonous life.
He is wildly and blissfully optimistic. When he daydreams a glint of a 10-year-old boy can be seen in his eyes. He knows no barriers. Nothing is impossible. There are no limits. Life throws disappointments and downfalls, but he can’t see any of them.
When I was a senior DK was a freshman and I never knew how I touched his life until one day on a run he told me. I was warmed and blown away by his candor and true gratitude. If you have done something that made his life better, or made him happy, he was sure to tell you. He has an unadulterated love for the people in his life. The kind of dedication he provides is not easily matched. It will be his heart that will carry others through this run in times when it will be most needed.
Andy
The Sun. Andy has a gravitational and contagious personality. There is a little of him in everyone he knows. He rallies the troops, leads without words and has a kind heart that is felt and influences in an unspoken way. Every decision he makes is thought out, every move planned.
Andy always tries to always say and do the right thing, even if it gets him into trouble. He is a child at heart but yet his wisdom of your grandfather. He can talk on and on about almost nothing, but prefers to talk about something. Andy loves to tell ‘stories’-that sometimes go on forever, but are always entertaining. He believes in one's own independence, being able to do things on his own, think for himself, and not rely on others for confidence. But he will never get to the point where independence is just another word for alone.
He never lets anyone dictate his path in life. Often times on team runs he would go left while we went right-not because he was trying to be different, or difficult, but just because his legs carried him that way. But in his quiet leadership we followed him. If you ever argued with him, or had a disagreement, in the end you would somehow see his point of view. I joke that he somehow ends ‘on top’ in every bad situation. His words are always simple, but they spoke volumes. He never forces his opinion on you; he is comfortable letting you think on your own and disagree with him.
Laughter is a huge part of his life. Humor forms a conduit in which he communicates with everyone. There isn’t a day that a smile comes across his face, or a funny antidote uttered from his mouth. I admire his extremely and extraordinarily kindness. He shows it in the smallest of ways; when you are sad he somehow makes you grin, or if upset he makes you peaceful. I once was distraught over a situation that buckled me to me knees sobbing; he stood in silence crying with me. He didn’t say a word, and didn’t have to.
It will be without a doubt that this run would not be possible without him. He has a natural and amazing ability to see miles into the future. He sees people for who they really are. His natural leadership, wisdom, humor and kindness will guide them harmoniously through this voyage.
Matt, Ken and Andy-I love you guys.
-Dan
Monday, May 26, 2008
Day 116 - Donzo
Well, the journey is finally complete. This blog is going to be from a bunch of people in order to commemorate this incredible trip from coast to coast. Your first place Cameo runner with 152 miles, Rick, is going to begin today's story. I cannot believe that today is the day that NationRun 2008 was completed. The months of planning, endless hours of training, and hundreds of phone calls all came to an exciting close. The past 6 days that I spent on the road with the guys are some that I will remember forever. I was able to experience running through fields, up incredibly steep mountains, the relentless wind, and the incredible generosity of strangers. I am so very proud and honored to have run and lived with these fine gentleman on the road. They truly are warriors, and endured an incredible task. They have truly honored Andy's cousin Philip Diaferio in the best way possible. I know he is as proud of them as we all are. I had a blast, and I will hold these memories close to my heart forever.
We woke up at around 4 am to start the 32.5 mile trip. After quickly packing the joggers and grabbing some breakfast we bought last night, we started the final run of the trip. Everyone was absolutely pumped to get going and to complete the dream that Andy, Matt, and Ken had started on February 1st. The sun had not yet risen, and we all and we were all armed with flashlights and headlamps. Singing along with Ken's iPod to Enrique and some other jams, we made or way to the final destination -the Pacific Ocean.. We were moving pretty well today, with another 1,000 feet in elevation to drop. We went down a lot of hills, and up a few more. I was very excited to move along on the road today, because I had been looking forward to this day as well. You have a picture in your head of what the day will include and what it will look like at the end, and I simply could not wait to see what the day had in store for me and my best friends. I am going to pass this along to Andy, and let him pick up where I left off.
Rick has done well and we probably can't repay him for all the updating of the website and blogging he has done for us. But unfortunately, his opening paragraph is sub par. The sun was not up as we walked down the lonely streets to our final destination. Everyone had an extra burst of energy and there was a certain buzz in the air. It was unlike any feeling we have had thus far. The miles went by pretty fast at first and before we knew it we were weaving in and out of residential neighborhoods to where ever our GPS took us. That handy GPS has been very helpful to us on our cross country adventure and at time it has put us in some sticky situations. Today, was no exception. The Nation did not want to give up without a fight but oddly I think we all kind of expected it and welcomed whatever came our way. Our route took us down a number of roads with street signs that read NO OUTLET or DEAD END. This was a scary thing to see but we all agreed that the GPS would lead us to the mighty Pacific one way or another.
The paved road turned into a dirt road/driveway that ran parallel with route 67 for a few miles before taking a turn for the worst...or best. Suddenly, it ran into someone's property to three barking dogs awaiting us. They would not let us proceed any further and after a few minutes of a western stand off we busted it through the yard and on the other side. The "road" was now nothing more than a trail in the woods with large rocks and steep climbs ahead. There were many sections that were completely washed out due to the grade of the trail and the previous rain that was in the area. We pushed the two joggers up the hill, two guys on each jogger, until finally we reached the top. We were relieved to see a driveway ahead that dumped out on 67 and be back into civilization. It was a long 30 minutes but another memory that none of us will ever forget.
As soon as we reached the road we could tell we were at the top of one of the many mountains that we had to climb today before finishing. Ken was pointing into the distance with a smile on his face that I have never seen before. I wasn't entirely sure what he was so excited about until I looked up. In the distance, 25 miles away, stood the Pacific Ocean. We could see it through the valley below! What a sight to see. We all jumped around in the middle of the road for a few minutes before practically sprinting down the backside of the mountain. The pace definitely picked up now that we could physically see what we have been dreaming about for so long. Four months of running was now in sight.
The next few miles again flew by until we made another detour off the main road. Once again we relied on the GPS to bring us home and once again another adventure to remember. We ran into a dead end/drive way with two or three dirt paths standing before us. It was unclear which path we needed to take but we all decided we would forge on instead of turning about and adding 4 more miles to the day. After only about a half mile on one of the paths we knew something wasn't right. The GPS had us standing in the middle of an open field and I could tell we needed to head west. Unfortunately, there was no clear path that went in that direction. Our only option was to carry both joggers about a half mile through and around brush, thorns, rough rock, and whatever else currently stood in our way.
After about an hour of bushwacking we finally made it back to a paved road. With 22 miles still to travel we started to pick up the pace yet again, especially since most of the run was downhill. We ran up and down a number of hills for the next 12 miles with nothing really to talk about. We were all excited to be so close to reaching our goal and everyone was in one of the best moods I could remember. Ken grabbed two monster western bacon cheeseburgers from Carl Jr which we all passed around as we ran before we met up with Kaitlyn and Mr. Durkin with 10 miles to go.
With about 5 miles to go we saw one of the most exciting sites we have ever seen. We were headed up a small hill when we heard loud police sirens close to us. All of the sudden a green sports car flew by us, going at least 90 MPH. Then five police cars followed behind him. It was a classic California style police chase! We all cheered very loudly and jumped up and down as they passed. It was a very great scene.
The remaining five miles were filled with great excitement and Ken was especially excited; waving to oncoming cars, smiling at strangers and high-fiving everyone.
The rest of the day/run/trip was all flat and downhill to the beach and as each mile clicked away we all grew more and more excited. Ken kept saying I can't believe it as I told him we only have 4 miles left, 3 miles to go, 2 miles... Kaitlyn, Rick and Dan took off ahead of us with about a mile to go in order to cheer us on at the beach. I feel like the last few miles absolutely flew by and before we knew it we were running towards the crowd of 30-40 people waiting for us and cheering wildly.
A quick side note. As some of our loyal readers might remember, Ken saw how many times in a row he could hit Durkin with rocks. 99% of the time Ken took "The Sure Shot". Yesterday however he decided to take a chance. Ken dropped back about 8 feet for his version of a 3 pointer. He took a risk and it blew up right in his face. His flawless record was shattered when the rock flew right past Durkin's head, it was a heartbreaking moment for some (Ken), and a glorious moment for others (mostly Durkin).
Durkin had yet another unexpected glorious moment today. After 2,800 miles on the road, 8 states and countless cheeseburgers, it was decided he would be let into one of the most elite brotherhoods of all time. Sure only 24 people have done unsupported runs across the country, and the 3 were the world's FIRST Un-Supported Trio, Durkin made it into something even more special. Andy and Ken decided to let Durkin in on the legondary "Team Sports Elbow". Durkin was on the brink of developing a rare but dangerous advanced stress disorder due to the constant torment.
I (Ken) have now taken over the bloggin'. Today has been a day that I will never ever forget. As most of the events of the actual run have probably been covered...I will run through everything that is going through my mind...which is a whole hell of a lot. Today I woke up and I felt like a little child on Christmas morning or something. I wasn't quite sure but other than that there were many emotions going through my head all day. Sometimes I felt sad that it was all coming to an end...and yet other times I felt excited to FINALLY be done with this great adventure. The latter was probably the overwhelming winer inside my mind. All I could think about all day was finally seeing that beach and seeing those waves crash against the sand. All I could think about was finally seeing Claire :) Honestly I have been thinking for the last 4 months what it would be like when I finally saw her again. We talked on the phone literally every single day of the trip, but none of that compared to the moment I ran down those stairs onto the beach and into her arms. I was so excited and happy. I had just finished the greatest thing I have ever accomplished in my life and the greatest person in my life was there to see it happen and to greet me at the finish line. I went straight to Claire when we hit that beach....as Durkin and Andy went for the ocean. After I got some good Claire time, I went right into that salty water!!! It felt so good to be in that water and to look back east and realize that I had just ran over every obstacle our Nation put in our way. I was done at that point and nothing but a smile could emerge from my face. I looked around and saw only family, friends, and huge smiles. It was the happiest and greatest moment of my life. I was so glad everyone came out and experienced it with me. Like I said before, I will never forget this. Thank you all for everything. Support and generosity alone got me across the country. Look out later this week for my final blog of the trip. I have so much I want to say and trust me, I will say it. but for now, thank you and I have a city to explore tonight. NATION!
For those of you who are counting the official guest mileage count; Kaitlyn finished in third place with 37 miles in only two runs behind Dan (86 miles) and Rick (152). Mr Durkin finished just behind John and Reynold with an impressive 26.5 miles. It was great running with him over the last four months and we always looked forward to seeing him waiting for us at the end of the day.
I (Dan) joined the guys three short days ago and experienced a small taste of what the guys have been going through the last four months. Not many words can describe this trip, how they feel or what kind of accomplishment this is. I can only stand in amazement in what they have done. I am so extremely proud of them, as I know all of you are. In thirty years they will look back and tell their grandchildren about what they have done over these four months and they will stand in the same amazement as I do now. They are three awesome young men and their lives will only get better from here.
Keep reading on this remaining week, they guys will be bring you updates on their travels in San Diego and the marathon they will run on Sunday.
Thanks again for everything.
We love you all.
We woke up at around 4 am to start the 32.5 mile trip. After quickly packing the joggers and grabbing some breakfast we bought last night, we started the final run of the trip. Everyone was absolutely pumped to get going and to complete the dream that Andy, Matt, and Ken had started on February 1st. The sun had not yet risen, and we all and we were all armed with flashlights and headlamps. Singing along with Ken's iPod to Enrique and some other jams, we made or way to the final destination -the Pacific Ocean.. We were moving pretty well today, with another 1,000 feet in elevation to drop. We went down a lot of hills, and up a few more. I was very excited to move along on the road today, because I had been looking forward to this day as well. You have a picture in your head of what the day will include and what it will look like at the end, and I simply could not wait to see what the day had in store for me and my best friends. I am going to pass this along to Andy, and let him pick up where I left off.
Rick has done well and we probably can't repay him for all the updating of the website and blogging he has done for us. But unfortunately, his opening paragraph is sub par. The sun was not up as we walked down the lonely streets to our final destination. Everyone had an extra burst of energy and there was a certain buzz in the air. It was unlike any feeling we have had thus far. The miles went by pretty fast at first and before we knew it we were weaving in and out of residential neighborhoods to where ever our GPS took us. That handy GPS has been very helpful to us on our cross country adventure and at time it has put us in some sticky situations. Today, was no exception. The Nation did not want to give up without a fight but oddly I think we all kind of expected it and welcomed whatever came our way. Our route took us down a number of roads with street signs that read NO OUTLET or DEAD END. This was a scary thing to see but we all agreed that the GPS would lead us to the mighty Pacific one way or another.
The paved road turned into a dirt road/driveway that ran parallel with route 67 for a few miles before taking a turn for the worst...or best. Suddenly, it ran into someone's property to three barking dogs awaiting us. They would not let us proceed any further and after a few minutes of a western stand off we busted it through the yard and on the other side. The "road" was now nothing more than a trail in the woods with large rocks and steep climbs ahead. There were many sections that were completely washed out due to the grade of the trail and the previous rain that was in the area. We pushed the two joggers up the hill, two guys on each jogger, until finally we reached the top. We were relieved to see a driveway ahead that dumped out on 67 and be back into civilization. It was a long 30 minutes but another memory that none of us will ever forget.
As soon as we reached the road we could tell we were at the top of one of the many mountains that we had to climb today before finishing. Ken was pointing into the distance with a smile on his face that I have never seen before. I wasn't entirely sure what he was so excited about until I looked up. In the distance, 25 miles away, stood the Pacific Ocean. We could see it through the valley below! What a sight to see. We all jumped around in the middle of the road for a few minutes before practically sprinting down the backside of the mountain. The pace definitely picked up now that we could physically see what we have been dreaming about for so long. Four months of running was now in sight.
The next few miles again flew by until we made another detour off the main road. Once again we relied on the GPS to bring us home and once again another adventure to remember. We ran into a dead end/drive way with two or three dirt paths standing before us. It was unclear which path we needed to take but we all decided we would forge on instead of turning about and adding 4 more miles to the day. After only about a half mile on one of the paths we knew something wasn't right. The GPS had us standing in the middle of an open field and I could tell we needed to head west. Unfortunately, there was no clear path that went in that direction. Our only option was to carry both joggers about a half mile through and around brush, thorns, rough rock, and whatever else currently stood in our way.
After about an hour of bushwacking we finally made it back to a paved road. With 22 miles still to travel we started to pick up the pace yet again, especially since most of the run was downhill. We ran up and down a number of hills for the next 12 miles with nothing really to talk about. We were all excited to be so close to reaching our goal and everyone was in one of the best moods I could remember. Ken grabbed two monster western bacon cheeseburgers from Carl Jr which we all passed around as we ran before we met up with Kaitlyn and Mr. Durkin with 10 miles to go.
With about 5 miles to go we saw one of the most exciting sites we have ever seen. We were headed up a small hill when we heard loud police sirens close to us. All of the sudden a green sports car flew by us, going at least 90 MPH. Then five police cars followed behind him. It was a classic California style police chase! We all cheered very loudly and jumped up and down as they passed. It was a very great scene.
The remaining five miles were filled with great excitement and Ken was especially excited; waving to oncoming cars, smiling at strangers and high-fiving everyone.
The rest of the day/run/trip was all flat and downhill to the beach and as each mile clicked away we all grew more and more excited. Ken kept saying I can't believe it as I told him we only have 4 miles left, 3 miles to go, 2 miles... Kaitlyn, Rick and Dan took off ahead of us with about a mile to go in order to cheer us on at the beach. I feel like the last few miles absolutely flew by and before we knew it we were running towards the crowd of 30-40 people waiting for us and cheering wildly.
A quick side note. As some of our loyal readers might remember, Ken saw how many times in a row he could hit Durkin with rocks. 99% of the time Ken took "The Sure Shot". Yesterday however he decided to take a chance. Ken dropped back about 8 feet for his version of a 3 pointer. He took a risk and it blew up right in his face. His flawless record was shattered when the rock flew right past Durkin's head, it was a heartbreaking moment for some (Ken), and a glorious moment for others (mostly Durkin).
Durkin had yet another unexpected glorious moment today. After 2,800 miles on the road, 8 states and countless cheeseburgers, it was decided he would be let into one of the most elite brotherhoods of all time. Sure only 24 people have done unsupported runs across the country, and the 3 were the world's FIRST Un-Supported Trio, Durkin made it into something even more special. Andy and Ken decided to let Durkin in on the legondary "Team Sports Elbow". Durkin was on the brink of developing a rare but dangerous advanced stress disorder due to the constant torment.
I (Ken) have now taken over the bloggin'. Today has been a day that I will never ever forget. As most of the events of the actual run have probably been covered...I will run through everything that is going through my mind...which is a whole hell of a lot. Today I woke up and I felt like a little child on Christmas morning or something. I wasn't quite sure but other than that there were many emotions going through my head all day. Sometimes I felt sad that it was all coming to an end...and yet other times I felt excited to FINALLY be done with this great adventure. The latter was probably the overwhelming winer inside my mind. All I could think about all day was finally seeing that beach and seeing those waves crash against the sand. All I could think about was finally seeing Claire :) Honestly I have been thinking for the last 4 months what it would be like when I finally saw her again. We talked on the phone literally every single day of the trip, but none of that compared to the moment I ran down those stairs onto the beach and into her arms. I was so excited and happy. I had just finished the greatest thing I have ever accomplished in my life and the greatest person in my life was there to see it happen and to greet me at the finish line. I went straight to Claire when we hit that beach....as Durkin and Andy went for the ocean. After I got some good Claire time, I went right into that salty water!!! It felt so good to be in that water and to look back east and realize that I had just ran over every obstacle our Nation put in our way. I was done at that point and nothing but a smile could emerge from my face. I looked around and saw only family, friends, and huge smiles. It was the happiest and greatest moment of my life. I was so glad everyone came out and experienced it with me. Like I said before, I will never forget this. Thank you all for everything. Support and generosity alone got me across the country. Look out later this week for my final blog of the trip. I have so much I want to say and trust me, I will say it. but for now, thank you and I have a city to explore tonight. NATION!
For those of you who are counting the official guest mileage count; Kaitlyn finished in third place with 37 miles in only two runs behind Dan (86 miles) and Rick (152). Mr Durkin finished just behind John and Reynold with an impressive 26.5 miles. It was great running with him over the last four months and we always looked forward to seeing him waiting for us at the end of the day.
I (Dan) joined the guys three short days ago and experienced a small taste of what the guys have been going through the last four months. Not many words can describe this trip, how they feel or what kind of accomplishment this is. I can only stand in amazement in what they have done. I am so extremely proud of them, as I know all of you are. In thirty years they will look back and tell their grandchildren about what they have done over these four months and they will stand in the same amazement as I do now. They are three awesome young men and their lives will only get better from here.
Keep reading on this remaining week, they guys will be bring you updates on their travels in San Diego and the marathon they will run on Sunday.
Thanks again for everything.
We love you all.
Day 115
Well, it has been quite the journey. As day 115 has come and past, this marks the final blog before the thrilling conclusion of: Nation Run, 2008! It is amazing to think this is the last night of the trip, and they chose me, Travis Visco, aka Travy, aka Trapster, aka T-dog, aka Travis Visco, to write the blog. I'm so proud of all the guys, and so happy that they have had such fortune and generosity along the way.
So onto today. The team woke up in the Julian Sheriff Station early this morning, and began searching for some breakfast. Since most places were not yet open, they decided to try their luck at Julian Cafe. However, the woman working there informed the team that they too were not yet open. As luck would have it, the waitress, Christy, happened to be the daughter of a man the team met the previous day. When she learned the team had met her father, she was more than happy to open early for the guys. They all enjoyed a massive breakfast that was really satisfying.
As the guys hit the road, spirits were through the roof. Everyone has been in such a great mood, and it's making everyday awesome. Today's running was especially easy, considering the almost 3000 foot drop in elevation. The downhill running, combined with the great scenery and awesome weather made for a really enjoyable day on the roads. To top things off, the guys have been getting more breaks between pushing the joggers, thanks to the extra hands of Rick and Dan. With their spirits so high, the guys found themselves bursting into song as the were running. And not just any songs, but none other than Disney songs. Such favorites as "I Can't Wait to Be King", "A Whole New World", "Under the Sea", and "You Ain't Never Had a Friend Like Me" could be heard from he team. Rick especially was impressive with his vast knowledge of Disney lyrics. The best moment came during the singing of "Hakuna Matata", when out of nowhere an unseen stranger joined in! I guess everyone loves Disney, and singing! To top off today's run, Papa Durkin joined the team for about 4 miles towards the end of the run. His constant support has helped make this trip a success, and it was great for the team to run with him. As the guys continued running, Ken had some interesting flashes of the future. He really feels like this trip is going to inspire more people to follow in their footsteps. And 10 years from now, when a group of best friends are running across the country, they'll be in a great mood and be singing. And what will they be singing? Ken is convinced it will be High School Musical. That will be their generations old school stuff, that they can use for throwbacks. Ken, I <3 you. After a real easy and enjoyable day of running, the guys came into their last stop before the Pacific, in the town of Romona.
By the time the team finished their run, they were all real excited about what tomorrow will bring. As they headed to the Romona Cafe for lunch, they decided it would be nice to eat outside. Even though there were only tables for four, they put their minds together and made a table for five! As they were sitting outside relaxing, a welcomed surprise for Rick and Andy showed up. Both of their lovely and supportive girlfriends came to continue their support, and bring even more good spirits to the day. After the meal, the guys decided that they would spend their last night in a hotel. This will give them a chance to organize and clean up their gear before tomorrow. It also made it possible for them to catch "Little Giants" on TV, which could only make the day better. Of course their stay wouldn't be complete without some shenanigans, so Andy and Dan made sure to take care of this. As Andy stood on the second floor balcony holding the rooms key card, he bet Dan he could flick it from there into the pool, which was a fair distance away. If he was successful, Dan would have to retrieve it. As the rest of the guys looked on, Andy tried his best. So what if the odds were against him; all it would take is that one time, just one time to get it in. To the disbelief of all, Andy was able to get the card right into the pool, and Dan had to honor his word and get it. In the somewhat chilly air, and even cooler water, Dan got into his boxers and jumped in to get the card.
After the fun and games, the guys went out to a big dinner at a local Mexican Restaurant (insert Nick Pampena reference/joke). After a nice big meal, the guys headed to a store to stock up on some food and Gatorade. Durkin and Mama Durkin then went off to enjoy some delicious Coldstone ice cream. Two lovely girls were able to give Durkin a nice yummy cup of peanut butter chocolate fudge ice cream. Mmmmmm. I can picture it now. He was very satisfied with the ice cream as well as the service, since the girls were not only very excited about the guy's trip, but also they were attractive! YEA!
The rest of the night was spent with the guys hanging around the room, getting ready for tomorrow. They plan to wake up real early and hit the road by 5 am, and be at their final destination, the Pacific Ocean, around noon. Everyone is so excited about tomorrow, and these last couple of days have been a culmination of all the great things that have happened on the trip. Durkin said he was really pumped, but it still hasn't hit him that tomorrow is the last day. He's going to bed tonight, thinking tomorrow will just be another day on the road. But tomorrow is not just another day. It is the first time the guys will see an ocean since day 1, about four long months ago. With the support of their family and friends, the team will accomplish their goal of crossing the country, with only their bodies as a means of transportation. Not only is this such an amazing feat, but it is also economically wise, considering today's gas prices.
As I finish this blog on the last night of the Nation, I can't even imagine how great tomorrow will feel for the guys. Everyone that knows the guys from home, as well as friends made along the way, will be sharing in that excitement tomorrow as the guys crash into the Pacific. I am so proud of the dream that has been made a reality. This trip is such an inspiring story of friendship, generosity, commitment, memories, and accomplishment. I'm not sure what else to write to express how I feel, but I'm sure all of you reading know what I mean.
Nation guys, you are awesome. Congrats on making this happen, I hope tomorrow is simply amazing because you all earned it. I can't wait to see you all again. Thank you to all of those along the way that helped make this trip as great as it was. Without the support and generosity, the guys would have had a lot harder time getting to where they are. Also, thank you to America, for allowing the guys to run across you.
Good feelings all around. Nation Run 2008. I'm glad I know these guys and that I was a little part of this great journey. This has been T-rav, coming to you from the Atlantic Ocean, wishing I was in the Pacific. PEACE!
Side Notes:
-Alex Grout is proud of the guys
-Congrats to Joe Reed, National Runner-Up in the 100 and 200 meters!
-Nation guys are the coolest
So onto today. The team woke up in the Julian Sheriff Station early this morning, and began searching for some breakfast. Since most places were not yet open, they decided to try their luck at Julian Cafe. However, the woman working there informed the team that they too were not yet open. As luck would have it, the waitress, Christy, happened to be the daughter of a man the team met the previous day. When she learned the team had met her father, she was more than happy to open early for the guys. They all enjoyed a massive breakfast that was really satisfying.
As the guys hit the road, spirits were through the roof. Everyone has been in such a great mood, and it's making everyday awesome. Today's running was especially easy, considering the almost 3000 foot drop in elevation. The downhill running, combined with the great scenery and awesome weather made for a really enjoyable day on the roads. To top things off, the guys have been getting more breaks between pushing the joggers, thanks to the extra hands of Rick and Dan. With their spirits so high, the guys found themselves bursting into song as the were running. And not just any songs, but none other than Disney songs. Such favorites as "I Can't Wait to Be King", "A Whole New World", "Under the Sea", and "You Ain't Never Had a Friend Like Me" could be heard from he team. Rick especially was impressive with his vast knowledge of Disney lyrics. The best moment came during the singing of "Hakuna Matata", when out of nowhere an unseen stranger joined in! I guess everyone loves Disney, and singing! To top off today's run, Papa Durkin joined the team for about 4 miles towards the end of the run. His constant support has helped make this trip a success, and it was great for the team to run with him. As the guys continued running, Ken had some interesting flashes of the future. He really feels like this trip is going to inspire more people to follow in their footsteps. And 10 years from now, when a group of best friends are running across the country, they'll be in a great mood and be singing. And what will they be singing? Ken is convinced it will be High School Musical. That will be their generations old school stuff, that they can use for throwbacks. Ken, I <3 you. After a real easy and enjoyable day of running, the guys came into their last stop before the Pacific, in the town of Romona.
By the time the team finished their run, they were all real excited about what tomorrow will bring. As they headed to the Romona Cafe for lunch, they decided it would be nice to eat outside. Even though there were only tables for four, they put their minds together and made a table for five! As they were sitting outside relaxing, a welcomed surprise for Rick and Andy showed up. Both of their lovely and supportive girlfriends came to continue their support, and bring even more good spirits to the day. After the meal, the guys decided that they would spend their last night in a hotel. This will give them a chance to organize and clean up their gear before tomorrow. It also made it possible for them to catch "Little Giants" on TV, which could only make the day better. Of course their stay wouldn't be complete without some shenanigans, so Andy and Dan made sure to take care of this. As Andy stood on the second floor balcony holding the rooms key card, he bet Dan he could flick it from there into the pool, which was a fair distance away. If he was successful, Dan would have to retrieve it. As the rest of the guys looked on, Andy tried his best. So what if the odds were against him; all it would take is that one time, just one time to get it in. To the disbelief of all, Andy was able to get the card right into the pool, and Dan had to honor his word and get it. In the somewhat chilly air, and even cooler water, Dan got into his boxers and jumped in to get the card.
After the fun and games, the guys went out to a big dinner at a local Mexican Restaurant (insert Nick Pampena reference/joke). After a nice big meal, the guys headed to a store to stock up on some food and Gatorade. Durkin and Mama Durkin then went off to enjoy some delicious Coldstone ice cream. Two lovely girls were able to give Durkin a nice yummy cup of peanut butter chocolate fudge ice cream. Mmmmmm. I can picture it now. He was very satisfied with the ice cream as well as the service, since the girls were not only very excited about the guy's trip, but also they were attractive! YEA!
The rest of the night was spent with the guys hanging around the room, getting ready for tomorrow. They plan to wake up real early and hit the road by 5 am, and be at their final destination, the Pacific Ocean, around noon. Everyone is so excited about tomorrow, and these last couple of days have been a culmination of all the great things that have happened on the trip. Durkin said he was really pumped, but it still hasn't hit him that tomorrow is the last day. He's going to bed tonight, thinking tomorrow will just be another day on the road. But tomorrow is not just another day. It is the first time the guys will see an ocean since day 1, about four long months ago. With the support of their family and friends, the team will accomplish their goal of crossing the country, with only their bodies as a means of transportation. Not only is this such an amazing feat, but it is also economically wise, considering today's gas prices.
As I finish this blog on the last night of the Nation, I can't even imagine how great tomorrow will feel for the guys. Everyone that knows the guys from home, as well as friends made along the way, will be sharing in that excitement tomorrow as the guys crash into the Pacific. I am so proud of the dream that has been made a reality. This trip is such an inspiring story of friendship, generosity, commitment, memories, and accomplishment. I'm not sure what else to write to express how I feel, but I'm sure all of you reading know what I mean.
Nation guys, you are awesome. Congrats on making this happen, I hope tomorrow is simply amazing because you all earned it. I can't wait to see you all again. Thank you to all of those along the way that helped make this trip as great as it was. Without the support and generosity, the guys would have had a lot harder time getting to where they are. Also, thank you to America, for allowing the guys to run across you.
Good feelings all around. Nation Run 2008. I'm glad I know these guys and that I was a little part of this great journey. This has been T-rav, coming to you from the Atlantic Ocean, wishing I was in the Pacific. PEACE!
Side Notes:
-Alex Grout is proud of the guys
-Congrats to Joe Reed, National Runner-Up in the 100 and 200 meters!
-Nation guys are the coolest
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Day 114
Hello all, for the second time in less than two weeks, tonight's blog is coming straight to you from Clairetown. yes that's right, Claire here excited to bring all of you all of today's stories, excitements and adventures.
today's blog is actually going to start with a quick recap of what went on late last night after the blog had been posted. last night the guys welcomed one more companion on their route to the coast. Long time and best friend Dan Verdi flew into California and took a car service ride to the guys. Dan had to tell his taxi driver to please drop him off between mile marker 37 and 38. probably an odd request because Dan was asking to be dropped off literally in the middle of nowhere! but he got there none the less. at about 10:30, Ken awoke to Dan climbing into his tent bringing with him lots of food. all the boys ate and enjoyed subs, peanut brittle, blueberry scones, and banana bread. "Thanks Dan." Everyone was really really excited to see Dan and have another soul to spend their time with out on the road. Dan, though bringing lots of food, packed for himself very lightly only bringing a small bag of clothes, no sleeping bag or pad like everyone else has because of the limited amount of room in the joggers.
for the first part of the night, Matt lent Dan part of his sleeping bag to cover up with. but it was pretty warm in their tent, so Dan decided that he didn't need the bag so Durkin quickly took back the opportunity and zipped his sleeping bag back up. but then.....it got cold, and Dan was forced to put on a $20 jacket that he had bought from Wal-Mart. After this, Ken lent Dan part of his sleeping pad, and by morning Ken found himself curled up on one end, and Dan curled up on the other.
our team (total of FIVE guys now) woke up at 5 am and were on the road by 5:40 all in very high spirits because Dan was there now and ready to spend his first day sharing in their adventure.
as a side note, Dan has always had a deep love and fascination with ants, and since college, Dan has passed this love along to Ken. so the morning was spent by the two of them reminiscing about old times in Oneonta outside of Wilsbach watching and talking about ants. Dan and Ken, in all of their ant excitement, would run up to and investigate every ant hill that they found, often leaving them a little more than a few steps behind the rest of the team. but none the less, their time was spent with good fun this morning. Around mile 11, Dan started finding and picking up large sticks off the side of the road. he would then take his large stick, pretending that it was a staff, and he was Gandalf from the Lord of the Rings. Dan then found a large white stick and used this to turn into "Gandalf The White." all of the pretending and game playing definitely kept the boys entertained for the rest of the morning.
at mile 11, the guys found a short-cut on a dirt road that would cut 6 miles off of today's total. they all decided that the miles would be worth it so they took their chances and started down the dirt road. they ran for a little while until they saw a house where they were greeted by loud barking dogs, and a man who was less than welcoming to the team. He told them to pretty much turn back around and get off of his property. the guys were bummed that they had to turn back and add on the additional miles to their journey. as well, they are all so accustomed to running into great generosity and kindness from strangers, that this encounter wasn't a great way to continue on with the day, but the boys pushed on.
all day today the guys were looking up at beautiful mountains as they ran through a valley. looking up, they could actually see the rain shadow, where the clouds would rise and break apart above the mountains. all agreed that this was a sight to remember.
with 15 miles left in the day they came to Stage Coach Trails, a campground where they stopped into the general store to grab some lunch. here they met a very friendly and very helpful woman working at the counter. she told the guys that in the lodge in the center of the campgrounds lunch was about to be served. so the guys took a short walk up to the lodge where they were greeted by tons and tons of people, most of whom had already known from the short time that they spent on the campgrounds already, who the boys were! that's pretty much celebrity status now if you ask me ;). the guys were asked many questions and handed out many cards and everyone was very interested in learning about their journey. their story even brought some to tears when they found out that the propose of the run in honor of Andy's cousin who passed away. many were touched by their story because a lot of them have had loved ones lost in the war and the idea of keeping his name alive through the nature of their run and the memorial scholarship caused a great deal of emotion today.
During lunch, the guys were waited on hand and foot by the people at the campgrounds, bringing them trays of pastries, sandwiches, chips, and orange juice. this stop at the campground was a real shot of good energy for the team from the people there. especially after being so bummed before, their spirits were lifted high once again, and they were all ready to tackle the rest of the day. thank you for everyone at Stage Coach Trails who helped out with the boys today. they are very happy to have met all of you, and your generosity and kindness gave them a new spring in their running step.
with 15 miles left the guys got running and within the first hour the elevation really started to climb. The “Banner Grave,” a ridiculously steep hill, really gave them a run for their money today where they climbed for about 2 hours to about 4, 000 feet. as well, running on the normal side of the road today was more dangerous than running on the wrong side, because cars could not see them on this steep part of the run, so for the first time all trip the guys ran on the opposite side to dodge the dangers, but they did overcome and made it into Julian in one piece.
finally in town, the guys stopped in and ate at the Julian Cafe where all five ordered the Wrangler Mile-High Meal where they were given a burger, French fries, a drink, cole slaw, and to top it all off a slice of apple pie a'la mode!!! after their delicious lunch, the team headed over to the Julian Police Station where the boys are staying in a conference room in the station courtesy of Steve McNamara and Craig Rembold. Thank you :). the guys also had to shower in sinks today, and after a few days going without a shower, they got pretty creative with their washing tactics only having a sink and some hand soap. but at the end of the day, clean is clean, and they were happy for the opportunity to get that way.
now that the running day is over the team has welcomed even more guests!!! Ken's parents and sisters, Matt's family and his Aunt Jenette made the trip out a few days before the finish to spend time with the guys. Currently everyone is out to dinner and enjoying the company of Ken's family (can't wait till I’m there too) :). with only TWO running days left, everyone is getting really excited. the adventure of a lifetime is so close to being complete. I think it's safe to say that the boys have gotten a lot more than they have expected to out of this trip. from support from loved ones back home to the love and kindness of complete strangers, and running through some of the most beautiful places this country has to offer, these past four months have been something to treasure forever.
two more runs to go...that's it! I’m flying out to California tomorrow morning, and am more than excited to see the finish…and ken ;). I’m really proud of you guys. you chased your dream and have been living it for the past 114 days...not many people can say that, and what you have accomplished is amazing!
keep checking in for the END OF NATION RUN 2008!!!!!!!!!
all of my love,
Claire
oh yeah, team sports ;)
today's blog is actually going to start with a quick recap of what went on late last night after the blog had been posted. last night the guys welcomed one more companion on their route to the coast. Long time and best friend Dan Verdi flew into California and took a car service ride to the guys. Dan had to tell his taxi driver to please drop him off between mile marker 37 and 38. probably an odd request because Dan was asking to be dropped off literally in the middle of nowhere! but he got there none the less. at about 10:30, Ken awoke to Dan climbing into his tent bringing with him lots of food. all the boys ate and enjoyed subs, peanut brittle, blueberry scones, and banana bread. "Thanks Dan." Everyone was really really excited to see Dan and have another soul to spend their time with out on the road. Dan, though bringing lots of food, packed for himself very lightly only bringing a small bag of clothes, no sleeping bag or pad like everyone else has because of the limited amount of room in the joggers.
for the first part of the night, Matt lent Dan part of his sleeping bag to cover up with. but it was pretty warm in their tent, so Dan decided that he didn't need the bag so Durkin quickly took back the opportunity and zipped his sleeping bag back up. but then.....it got cold, and Dan was forced to put on a $20 jacket that he had bought from Wal-Mart. After this, Ken lent Dan part of his sleeping pad, and by morning Ken found himself curled up on one end, and Dan curled up on the other.
our team (total of FIVE guys now) woke up at 5 am and were on the road by 5:40 all in very high spirits because Dan was there now and ready to spend his first day sharing in their adventure.
as a side note, Dan has always had a deep love and fascination with ants, and since college, Dan has passed this love along to Ken. so the morning was spent by the two of them reminiscing about old times in Oneonta outside of Wilsbach watching and talking about ants. Dan and Ken, in all of their ant excitement, would run up to and investigate every ant hill that they found, often leaving them a little more than a few steps behind the rest of the team. but none the less, their time was spent with good fun this morning. Around mile 11, Dan started finding and picking up large sticks off the side of the road. he would then take his large stick, pretending that it was a staff, and he was Gandalf from the Lord of the Rings. Dan then found a large white stick and used this to turn into "Gandalf The White." all of the pretending and game playing definitely kept the boys entertained for the rest of the morning.
at mile 11, the guys found a short-cut on a dirt road that would cut 6 miles off of today's total. they all decided that the miles would be worth it so they took their chances and started down the dirt road. they ran for a little while until they saw a house where they were greeted by loud barking dogs, and a man who was less than welcoming to the team. He told them to pretty much turn back around and get off of his property. the guys were bummed that they had to turn back and add on the additional miles to their journey. as well, they are all so accustomed to running into great generosity and kindness from strangers, that this encounter wasn't a great way to continue on with the day, but the boys pushed on.
all day today the guys were looking up at beautiful mountains as they ran through a valley. looking up, they could actually see the rain shadow, where the clouds would rise and break apart above the mountains. all agreed that this was a sight to remember.
with 15 miles left in the day they came to Stage Coach Trails, a campground where they stopped into the general store to grab some lunch. here they met a very friendly and very helpful woman working at the counter. she told the guys that in the lodge in the center of the campgrounds lunch was about to be served. so the guys took a short walk up to the lodge where they were greeted by tons and tons of people, most of whom had already known from the short time that they spent on the campgrounds already, who the boys were! that's pretty much celebrity status now if you ask me ;). the guys were asked many questions and handed out many cards and everyone was very interested in learning about their journey. their story even brought some to tears when they found out that the propose of the run in honor of Andy's cousin who passed away. many were touched by their story because a lot of them have had loved ones lost in the war and the idea of keeping his name alive through the nature of their run and the memorial scholarship caused a great deal of emotion today.
During lunch, the guys were waited on hand and foot by the people at the campgrounds, bringing them trays of pastries, sandwiches, chips, and orange juice. this stop at the campground was a real shot of good energy for the team from the people there. especially after being so bummed before, their spirits were lifted high once again, and they were all ready to tackle the rest of the day. thank you for everyone at Stage Coach Trails who helped out with the boys today. they are very happy to have met all of you, and your generosity and kindness gave them a new spring in their running step.
with 15 miles left the guys got running and within the first hour the elevation really started to climb. The “Banner Grave,” a ridiculously steep hill, really gave them a run for their money today where they climbed for about 2 hours to about 4, 000 feet. as well, running on the normal side of the road today was more dangerous than running on the wrong side, because cars could not see them on this steep part of the run, so for the first time all trip the guys ran on the opposite side to dodge the dangers, but they did overcome and made it into Julian in one piece.
finally in town, the guys stopped in and ate at the Julian Cafe where all five ordered the Wrangler Mile-High Meal where they were given a burger, French fries, a drink, cole slaw, and to top it all off a slice of apple pie a'la mode!!! after their delicious lunch, the team headed over to the Julian Police Station where the boys are staying in a conference room in the station courtesy of Steve McNamara and Craig Rembold. Thank you :). the guys also had to shower in sinks today, and after a few days going without a shower, they got pretty creative with their washing tactics only having a sink and some hand soap. but at the end of the day, clean is clean, and they were happy for the opportunity to get that way.
now that the running day is over the team has welcomed even more guests!!! Ken's parents and sisters, Matt's family and his Aunt Jenette made the trip out a few days before the finish to spend time with the guys. Currently everyone is out to dinner and enjoying the company of Ken's family (can't wait till I’m there too) :). with only TWO running days left, everyone is getting really excited. the adventure of a lifetime is so close to being complete. I think it's safe to say that the boys have gotten a lot more than they have expected to out of this trip. from support from loved ones back home to the love and kindness of complete strangers, and running through some of the most beautiful places this country has to offer, these past four months have been something to treasure forever.
two more runs to go...that's it! I’m flying out to California tomorrow morning, and am more than excited to see the finish…and ken ;). I’m really proud of you guys. you chased your dream and have been living it for the past 114 days...not many people can say that, and what you have accomplished is amazing!
keep checking in for the END OF NATION RUN 2008!!!!!!!!!
all of my love,
Claire
oh yeah, team sports ;)
Friday, May 23, 2008
Day 113
Yo dawggsssssssssssssssssssss, It's ya boy Pampers again, misspelling and using incorrect there/their/they're's one last time. Yea it's sad to say that it is almost over, but you know the guys have loved every minute of it and are looking forward to the Pacific on their horizon.
They started May 23rd where they left off, in Occotillo's fire department. The alarm went off at 5am and they all awoke. Instead of getting up immediately they hung out in their beds for a little bit. Ken, Andy, and Rick spent the night on cots and they wanted our good friend and teammate Marty Nicholson to know this. See Marty is an individual who likes to live his own lifestyle and he doesn't care much about societal norms or laws for that matter(storage closet)! It's something that you realize when meeting him and you learn to really love and respect. He is spending his summer in Oneonta taking some summer courses and training for the upcoming XC season after spending the spring OWNING the outdoor 10K!(good job dawg!). He also chooses to spend his nights sleeping on his beloved army cot and he's very proud of it. The guys are making you proud Marty!
After laying in bed for a little, the door opened and light made its way into the room. A newspaper delivery man locked his keys inside his car and went to the fire station to get help. The guys woke up some of the fireman and they were able to help the delivery man out. While this was occurring, our guys ate some breakfast and packed up the joggers. Because of the delivery man waking everybody up, the guys were able to say goodbye and thank the firemen, so it all worked out well.
The guys figured that since they've dealt with wind the past few days and nights, it should have died down by now. But to their dismay, the first 3 miles were filled with a gnarly head wind. However after those initial 3 miles the wind changed direction and hit them at their side, which wasn't as daunting to run in, but certainly was a nuisance. Matt told me that Rick has really acclimated well to the Nation Run lifestyle and routine. He said if an outsider were to try and pick who was a visitor based on "rook" appearance or actions, they would not be able to. I would accredit this blending to the guys really strong friendship. They know each other so well that hanging out with them, even out in a Californian desert during wind and sand storms isn't that hard for him. Matt also told me that it was really cool to see Rick's reactions to certain things. Since Matt was in the same situation as Rick when he started this journey; all the new scenery and the feeling of really being "out-there" was hard to overcome. Eventually, however you get used to being on an endless stretch of asphalt surrounded by mountains or deserts or canyons or farms or whatever with your own two feet carrying you all the way, and it becomes all in a days work for a Nation Runner. Now Matt gets to see how Rick reacts to really being "out-there" and living the lives they've lived for the past 100+ days, and it was a cool perspective to take. Matt said, "he can remember being in Rick's shoes."
While on the road, every couple of miles their were these giant barrels labeled, "agua", which is Spanish for water. Inside, humanitarian groups had placed 4 gallons of water for passer byes or illegal immigrants who may have crossed the border and are in need of water. This really took them back and they were astonsihed by the generosity of these groups. It's just another proving point of American citizens, who may be complete strangers, that will help others in need. This put the guys in even more of a positive mood and motivated them to finish the day up. Despite the fact that they should be climbing in elevation on this leg of their journey, today was mostly down hill and that could only mean that tomorrow may include some monster hills. So the guys are not entirely looking forward to that.
They finished up at a camp ground called, Disnaga Wash. Matt told me they spent most of their time after they finished talking about special moments on the trip and how its all winding down. They also passed time making up songs and playing a game where they try to name the most characters from 1990's television shows such as Full House, Step By Step, and Family Matters. While doing this they had to battle the wind again! It kept knocking over their tents and they were forced to secure them with heavy rocks. While the wind may be annoying and very hard to run in at times it also makes the days much cooler, and Matt said he'd take a windy day over a very hot day, any-day of the week.
As I finish up this blog, the guys want you to know that Dan will be joining them shortly. He is flying in tonight and has to some how get a ride all the way to their camp which has no real address and will probably cost him alot of money. They greatly appreciate his sacrifice to join the ranks of the Nation Run team. They also want to say thank you to JoJo Simon, whose number they received from Dave "Dirtier than a Dog" Mink. JoJo tried to get Dan a ride tonight but was unsuccessful and the guys wanted to say thank you very much for the effort and it was greatly appreciated.
And now on my last Blog of NationRun's career, I would like to say:
Thank you to the guys for giving me the opportunity to write these blogs for you, even though I'm pretty bad at them. Also I want to thank them for all they have done for me in the past, inspiring me to run fast, teaching me about spinach!!!!, hanging out with me and letting me be part of their group even though i was just a youngling freshman and they were seniors, being ballin!!!!, and there's so much more i could write but ill save it. I just want to let you guys know that you have shaped and inspired my life so much within the 2 years i've known you it's unbelievable. And even now your inspiring so many people from across the country to follow what you believe in and take on tasks that seem impossible to a normal person. You guys are real inspirations to everyone and your awesome, Thank You!
Finish it up guys the Pacific is only a couple days away.
Real, Raw, Stoop Life
Sincerely,
Nicholas "Pampers" Pampena
They started May 23rd where they left off, in Occotillo's fire department. The alarm went off at 5am and they all awoke. Instead of getting up immediately they hung out in their beds for a little bit. Ken, Andy, and Rick spent the night on cots and they wanted our good friend and teammate Marty Nicholson to know this. See Marty is an individual who likes to live his own lifestyle and he doesn't care much about societal norms or laws for that matter(storage closet)! It's something that you realize when meeting him and you learn to really love and respect. He is spending his summer in Oneonta taking some summer courses and training for the upcoming XC season after spending the spring OWNING the outdoor 10K!(good job dawg!). He also chooses to spend his nights sleeping on his beloved army cot and he's very proud of it. The guys are making you proud Marty!
After laying in bed for a little, the door opened and light made its way into the room. A newspaper delivery man locked his keys inside his car and went to the fire station to get help. The guys woke up some of the fireman and they were able to help the delivery man out. While this was occurring, our guys ate some breakfast and packed up the joggers. Because of the delivery man waking everybody up, the guys were able to say goodbye and thank the firemen, so it all worked out well.
The guys figured that since they've dealt with wind the past few days and nights, it should have died down by now. But to their dismay, the first 3 miles were filled with a gnarly head wind. However after those initial 3 miles the wind changed direction and hit them at their side, which wasn't as daunting to run in, but certainly was a nuisance. Matt told me that Rick has really acclimated well to the Nation Run lifestyle and routine. He said if an outsider were to try and pick who was a visitor based on "rook" appearance or actions, they would not be able to. I would accredit this blending to the guys really strong friendship. They know each other so well that hanging out with them, even out in a Californian desert during wind and sand storms isn't that hard for him. Matt also told me that it was really cool to see Rick's reactions to certain things. Since Matt was in the same situation as Rick when he started this journey; all the new scenery and the feeling of really being "out-there" was hard to overcome. Eventually, however you get used to being on an endless stretch of asphalt surrounded by mountains or deserts or canyons or farms or whatever with your own two feet carrying you all the way, and it becomes all in a days work for a Nation Runner. Now Matt gets to see how Rick reacts to really being "out-there" and living the lives they've lived for the past 100+ days, and it was a cool perspective to take. Matt said, "he can remember being in Rick's shoes."
While on the road, every couple of miles their were these giant barrels labeled, "agua", which is Spanish for water. Inside, humanitarian groups had placed 4 gallons of water for passer byes or illegal immigrants who may have crossed the border and are in need of water. This really took them back and they were astonsihed by the generosity of these groups. It's just another proving point of American citizens, who may be complete strangers, that will help others in need. This put the guys in even more of a positive mood and motivated them to finish the day up. Despite the fact that they should be climbing in elevation on this leg of their journey, today was mostly down hill and that could only mean that tomorrow may include some monster hills. So the guys are not entirely looking forward to that.
They finished up at a camp ground called, Disnaga Wash. Matt told me they spent most of their time after they finished talking about special moments on the trip and how its all winding down. They also passed time making up songs and playing a game where they try to name the most characters from 1990's television shows such as Full House, Step By Step, and Family Matters. While doing this they had to battle the wind again! It kept knocking over their tents and they were forced to secure them with heavy rocks. While the wind may be annoying and very hard to run in at times it also makes the days much cooler, and Matt said he'd take a windy day over a very hot day, any-day of the week.
As I finish up this blog, the guys want you to know that Dan will be joining them shortly. He is flying in tonight and has to some how get a ride all the way to their camp which has no real address and will probably cost him alot of money. They greatly appreciate his sacrifice to join the ranks of the Nation Run team. They also want to say thank you to JoJo Simon, whose number they received from Dave "Dirtier than a Dog" Mink. JoJo tried to get Dan a ride tonight but was unsuccessful and the guys wanted to say thank you very much for the effort and it was greatly appreciated.
And now on my last Blog of NationRun's career, I would like to say:
Thank you to the guys for giving me the opportunity to write these blogs for you, even though I'm pretty bad at them. Also I want to thank them for all they have done for me in the past, inspiring me to run fast, teaching me about spinach!!!!, hanging out with me and letting me be part of their group even though i was just a youngling freshman and they were seniors, being ballin!!!!, and there's so much more i could write but ill save it. I just want to let you guys know that you have shaped and inspired my life so much within the 2 years i've known you it's unbelievable. And even now your inspiring so many people from across the country to follow what you believe in and take on tasks that seem impossible to a normal person. You guys are real inspirations to everyone and your awesome, Thank You!
Finish it up guys the Pacific is only a couple days away.
Real, Raw, Stoop Life
Sincerely,
Nicholas "Pampers" Pampena
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Day 112
Well I am finally on the road with my best friends! I really have been waiting a long time to get out here with the NationRun crew, and now that I am here it is like a dream come true. I have only been here for two days, and they have been some of the most exciting and adventurous days in a long time. When I flew out, the plane passed over the Rocky Mountains and Grand Canyon. Let me tell you that the birds eye view of both was breathtaking. It gave me a whole new perspective of what these three gentlemen had to endure to get this far. They are truly some of the toughest guys I know, and I am honored to be a part of their journey.
I am really happy to be back in the blogging seat! This is a very familiar place for me, and I feel right at home. Today we woke up around 5, sleeping in an extra hour with a shorter day ahead of us. The grand total from Seeley to Occotillo is 18.3 miles of mostly flat travel with some rolling hills. Knowing this, we decided to sleep an extra hour and get out by 6. We had breakfast, thanked the Captain and the Seeley Fire Department for all that they did for us in the last 24 hours. With the joggers packed and stocked with Gatorade and water we took off for the day.
Now, Andy had told me about the wind they had experienced on this trip. Believe me when I tell you, hearing about it is much different than experiencing it. We spent the entire 18.3 miles battling the wind to reach our destination. It truly was relentless, and never gave us any break of any kind. When we finished today, I wiped my forehead only to wipe off layers and layers of desert sand that had been blasted into my face the entire day. The wind made the weather significantly cooler, and we all were in shorts and long sleeve shirts throughout the entire morning. My brother Brian has been asking me to call him from the road while I am running, but with all of the wind the past two days I have not been able to! We are hoping that our fortune changes in the next couple days, so we might enjoy a nice sunny California morning.
We found a lot of junk this morning on the side of the road. Mostly various metal pieces from trucks. We also found a roof to a car, which seemed very out of place. The two biggest finds of the day were a licence plate from California and a boomerang! Matt quickly got the first throw in, and it was a good one. Andy followed with another good toss, and finally Ken took a turn. Ken's toss landed about 3 feet from where I was standing almost hitting me! It hit the pavement and shattered into a number of pieces.
The scenery today did not consist of much other than sand and desert vegetation. There is a trail that runs along the road that was first traveled by those who settled the west hundreds of years ago. It was mainly a dirt path until the state decided to put asphalt down and keep its memory alive many years ago. We all got a good run on what we called "The Oregon Trail" to make ourselves part of that history. We also ran through a place called Plaster City. This part of California consists of nothing more than a huge plaster plant. The city was probably about 4 miles in length, if not more. Tractor trailers carrying loads of drywall, or plasterboard, raced by us for most of the day. It was neat to see that an entire city exists and is named after the only structure in it!
We finished at about 10 this morning at the Old Highway Cafe. This may be breakfast time for most, but after traveling it was definitely time for lunch. Matt, Ken, and I went for the Double Cheeseburger with curly fries. Apparently Andy's go-to is either "the doub" (double cheeseburger) or the Club. Today he went for the Club, and it too was delicious. After lunch, we went over the the Occotillo Fire Department to meet the Firemen and set up for the night. Steve Kretzschmar, Ricky Viesca, Erik Cueto, and Enrique Robledo welcomed us warmly, all introducing themselves. They are great guys, and were extremely interested in the journey. They asked all about it, and then told us to make ourselves at home. We did so by taking showers and relaxing with some TV.
Now this is the part of the blog that they requested I include. Over the past couple weeks, the guys have caught two of the Back to the Future Trilogy - Back to the Future 1 and Back to the Future 3. Andy and I were watching the Steve, Ricky, and Erik practice some emergency scenarios, when Matt emerged from the living room with a movie. This was not just any movie, it was a movie that would make this journey complete. Matt had found a VHS copy of Back to the Future 2!! This is the thriller in which Marty goes into the future to change his family's destiny, but things go terribly wrong when Biff finds the Sports Almanac that Marty has purchased and steals the Delorean in order to change his own future. Marty and Doc Had to then go BACK in time to 1955 to retrieve and destroy the almanac and keep the Universe from going into a paradox that would destroy the entire Universe! If you have not seen this movie (as Matt previously had not) please go out, grab a bag of popcorn, rent this movie and sit back for an enjoyable 2 hours of thrills, and laughter!
After the movie, we took showers and went to the gas station to gather supplies for the next two days. We will be stopping at a camp ground tomorrow night and wait for Dan to arrive. This means we will have no real store to stop at, so extra food and water were needed for the travel. Erik was nice enough to drive us the half mile to the store as it was drizzling a bit. We all got some muffins, granola bars, a sub sandwich and Gatorade along with some other amenities. It was kind of expensive, but it needed to happen to make it through the mountains.
We then headed back to the Old Highway Cafe for some dinner. The Cafe is attached to a bar that you must walk though to get to the restaurant. This time we all split two 5 meat deep dish pizzas. This was some of the best pizza I have eaten in a long time, and Matt said it was the best of the trip. As we were leaving, this nice gentleman stopped us in the bar and asked us why we were not dancing. We said that we were on our way out, and he followed that with telling us we looked like the Backstreet Boys. This guy then threw down "The Robot" and the pointed to me. The dance-off had officially began. I was confused a little, but then got right into the swing of things throwing down some moves of my own. After some show-stopping dancing, I threw it back to my challenger who danced and threw it to Ken! This guy had no idea he was messing with the King of TERPS! Ken put down some great moves and threw it back to the gentleman for some more of the Robot. I then brought out the winning move - The Sprinkler! He LOVED it and said that he could not compete with the Sprinkler! We all shook hands after a great time, and returned to the fire station.
Today was such a great day - every time I think about being out here, I truly realize how lucky I am. I cannot wait to see what the next (and last) 4 days have in store for us. In the next two days, we will be climbing about 4,000 feet in elevation, overcoming the last major obstacle in the coast to coast voyage. And perhaps most of all, Dan is coming TOMORROW! I know that we are all pumped to see him, and will be ecstatic to enjoy the final 3 runs with another one of our best friends. Time for me to get back to my cot and enjoy the rest of the night with the Ocotillo Fire Department and the Nation Run Crew.
SEE YOU IN SAN DIEGO!
- Rick
P.S. - I would like to let everyone know that I have claimed first place for the Cameo Running List! I plan to hold on to, and extend my lead for the next 4 days! NATION!
I am really happy to be back in the blogging seat! This is a very familiar place for me, and I feel right at home. Today we woke up around 5, sleeping in an extra hour with a shorter day ahead of us. The grand total from Seeley to Occotillo is 18.3 miles of mostly flat travel with some rolling hills. Knowing this, we decided to sleep an extra hour and get out by 6. We had breakfast, thanked the Captain and the Seeley Fire Department for all that they did for us in the last 24 hours. With the joggers packed and stocked with Gatorade and water we took off for the day.
Now, Andy had told me about the wind they had experienced on this trip. Believe me when I tell you, hearing about it is much different than experiencing it. We spent the entire 18.3 miles battling the wind to reach our destination. It truly was relentless, and never gave us any break of any kind. When we finished today, I wiped my forehead only to wipe off layers and layers of desert sand that had been blasted into my face the entire day. The wind made the weather significantly cooler, and we all were in shorts and long sleeve shirts throughout the entire morning. My brother Brian has been asking me to call him from the road while I am running, but with all of the wind the past two days I have not been able to! We are hoping that our fortune changes in the next couple days, so we might enjoy a nice sunny California morning.
We found a lot of junk this morning on the side of the road. Mostly various metal pieces from trucks. We also found a roof to a car, which seemed very out of place. The two biggest finds of the day were a licence plate from California and a boomerang! Matt quickly got the first throw in, and it was a good one. Andy followed with another good toss, and finally Ken took a turn. Ken's toss landed about 3 feet from where I was standing almost hitting me! It hit the pavement and shattered into a number of pieces.
The scenery today did not consist of much other than sand and desert vegetation. There is a trail that runs along the road that was first traveled by those who settled the west hundreds of years ago. It was mainly a dirt path until the state decided to put asphalt down and keep its memory alive many years ago. We all got a good run on what we called "The Oregon Trail" to make ourselves part of that history. We also ran through a place called Plaster City. This part of California consists of nothing more than a huge plaster plant. The city was probably about 4 miles in length, if not more. Tractor trailers carrying loads of drywall, or plasterboard, raced by us for most of the day. It was neat to see that an entire city exists and is named after the only structure in it!
We finished at about 10 this morning at the Old Highway Cafe. This may be breakfast time for most, but after traveling it was definitely time for lunch. Matt, Ken, and I went for the Double Cheeseburger with curly fries. Apparently Andy's go-to is either "the doub" (double cheeseburger) or the Club. Today he went for the Club, and it too was delicious. After lunch, we went over the the Occotillo Fire Department to meet the Firemen and set up for the night. Steve Kretzschmar, Ricky Viesca, Erik Cueto, and Enrique Robledo welcomed us warmly, all introducing themselves. They are great guys, and were extremely interested in the journey. They asked all about it, and then told us to make ourselves at home. We did so by taking showers and relaxing with some TV.
Now this is the part of the blog that they requested I include. Over the past couple weeks, the guys have caught two of the Back to the Future Trilogy - Back to the Future 1 and Back to the Future 3. Andy and I were watching the Steve, Ricky, and Erik practice some emergency scenarios, when Matt emerged from the living room with a movie. This was not just any movie, it was a movie that would make this journey complete. Matt had found a VHS copy of Back to the Future 2!! This is the thriller in which Marty goes into the future to change his family's destiny, but things go terribly wrong when Biff finds the Sports Almanac that Marty has purchased and steals the Delorean in order to change his own future. Marty and Doc Had to then go BACK in time to 1955 to retrieve and destroy the almanac and keep the Universe from going into a paradox that would destroy the entire Universe! If you have not seen this movie (as Matt previously had not) please go out, grab a bag of popcorn, rent this movie and sit back for an enjoyable 2 hours of thrills, and laughter!
After the movie, we took showers and went to the gas station to gather supplies for the next two days. We will be stopping at a camp ground tomorrow night and wait for Dan to arrive. This means we will have no real store to stop at, so extra food and water were needed for the travel. Erik was nice enough to drive us the half mile to the store as it was drizzling a bit. We all got some muffins, granola bars, a sub sandwich and Gatorade along with some other amenities. It was kind of expensive, but it needed to happen to make it through the mountains.
We then headed back to the Old Highway Cafe for some dinner. The Cafe is attached to a bar that you must walk though to get to the restaurant. This time we all split two 5 meat deep dish pizzas. This was some of the best pizza I have eaten in a long time, and Matt said it was the best of the trip. As we were leaving, this nice gentleman stopped us in the bar and asked us why we were not dancing. We said that we were on our way out, and he followed that with telling us we looked like the Backstreet Boys. This guy then threw down "The Robot" and the pointed to me. The dance-off had officially began. I was confused a little, but then got right into the swing of things throwing down some moves of my own. After some show-stopping dancing, I threw it back to my challenger who danced and threw it to Ken! This guy had no idea he was messing with the King of TERPS! Ken put down some great moves and threw it back to the gentleman for some more of the Robot. I then brought out the winning move - The Sprinkler! He LOVED it and said that he could not compete with the Sprinkler! We all shook hands after a great time, and returned to the fire station.
Today was such a great day - every time I think about being out here, I truly realize how lucky I am. I cannot wait to see what the next (and last) 4 days have in store for us. In the next two days, we will be climbing about 4,000 feet in elevation, overcoming the last major obstacle in the coast to coast voyage. And perhaps most of all, Dan is coming TOMORROW! I know that we are all pumped to see him, and will be ecstatic to enjoy the final 3 runs with another one of our best friends. Time for me to get back to my cot and enjoy the rest of the night with the Ocotillo Fire Department and the Nation Run Crew.
SEE YOU IN SAN DIEGO!
- Rick
P.S. - I would like to let everyone know that I have claimed first place for the Cameo Running List! I plan to hold on to, and extend my lead for the next 4 days! NATION!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Day 111
Triple snake eyes baby! With 5 days left in our journey and our crew growing daily this may in fact be my last blog of this trip. I hope you have all enjoyed reading all of our updates because we have all had a good time writing them for you. At times there are days that we are tired or running short on time to bring you the very best of what our day was like, but I know once this trip comes to a sudden finish in less than 116 hours we will miss sitting down to the computer and reliving some of the best times of our lives. Many people have already expressed to us how great our run has been and how much it has personally inspired them. They have told me it is going to be sad waking up and not being able to check the computer to read what sort of adventures the three of us have gotten ourselves into on that particular day. I find it hard to believe that following our dream and doing something as simple as running, something we all truly love to do in life, could affect so many different peoples lives all across the country. I can't even count the number of life long friendships we have made in such a short amount of time or the number of "adapted parents" we now have rooting for us and praying we make it safely across this great country in one piece, just like they would with their own children. Only five days remain and as much as I am excited to finally accomplish my dream and see all my friends and family waiting for me on the beach I will be sad to say goodbye to the road and everything she has provided us with. Life long memories with two of my best friends. The jokes we have told, the sights we have seen, the laughter, the pain, the struggles, the overwhelming generosity of complete strangers, the wind (my gosh the wind), the ups and downs and the thousands of hamburgers we have consumed in a little less than four months can and never will be relived again. This is a once in a life time experience that I feel grateful and blessed to be able to live out. A lot of people have dreams of their own but they are to afraid or to "busy" to actually do something about them. I know this has been our theme since day one but we once again urge and encourage everyone to get out there and do what makes them happy. Life is short and it should be lived to it's fullest. Do what makes you happy and do it with the people you care about.
I wanted to finish out the blog with that paragraph but as I was typing I was on a roll and just kept it going. If you finish reading the blog and want a stronger finish than what I come up with I suggest rereading the first paragraph a second time. It could be a good beginning and end. Some might call it a delicious sandwich. Do what you wish with it but personally that's what I would do.
Now on to today...
We all woke up just after 4am as my alarm repeatedly rang. I felt bad because I was sleeping with my headphones on, something I rarely do, but with the fear of the fire alarm waking me up in the middle of the night again I felt I had to have something to drown out the potential noise. Ken had to come over from the next bunk and turn it off for me. He woke everyone else up and we headed downstairs to the living room/kitchen to pack up the joggers and eat breakfast. Although it was early everyone had a bit of energy in them and I could tell we were all excited to get out on the road with Rick. I know I was personally excited. We ate muffins, coffee cake and Ken killed two bowls of cereal that we have been pushing around in the joggers for over a week. I was glad to see him finally eat it not only to free up some more room in the jogger but because I assumed it was stale already.
We were able to fit everything in the joggers with no problem because Rick packed extremely light. He didn't even bring a razor and we all joked that after only 6 days of not shaving he will have passed Durkin with a thicker, more rugged looking mustache. One of the joggers has a slow leak in one of the back wheels and Rick made sure to start pulling his weight immediately and inflated it for us as we watched a variety of TV shows before taking off.
Speaking of Rick. When he woke up this morning he told Durkin and I that he slept completed emerged in his 20 degree sleeping bag, waking up in a pool of sweat. He didn't know that you can't sleep all the way in the bag but instead have to unzip it and use it more like a blanket than a sleeping bag if you are sleeping in 70 degree weather. The two of us laughed at him and called him a "rook" (rookie). This name stuck immediately and we called him Rook for the rest of the day. Any time he did something that we know shouldn't be done or asked a question about things we laughed and called him rook. But don't worry Rick. You will only have to endure this name for two more days when the changing of the guard takes place. For the final three days our friend Dan will be taking on that role.
We got on the road around 5 and once again it was still dark. We made our way out of town joking around and telling stories to our friend. It was great having someone else out there with us. I felt like all morning we were just catching him up with our journey even though he was the person we talked to the most while on the road. It just isn't the same on the phone. I am glad he decided to come out and experience what we have been doing for the past four months. These six days on the road he is getting a mini-nation experience of his own. I know he will take out of it just as much as we have and there is no one else I would have like to share this experience with.
The road we were taking out of town was under construction for about a mile and we ran behind a concrete barrier that separated us from two lanes of traffic. However, before long our small patch of pavement ran out and we were forced to pass the joggers over the barrier and onto the road. Luckily, there was hardly any traffic at this time of the day and we made it passed the construction with little problem. Rick was excited because he wanted to climb a fence before our trip was over. This was no fence but it was close enough.
There was a huge silo on the side of the road and about halfway up the words "Sea Level" with a line were painted on the outside of it. This was a cool thing to see since we were currently 113 feet below sea level at this point, the lowest we would get the entire trip. We have climbed close to 8,000 feet and have sunk as low as 100 feet making it to each of these landmarks with our own two feet-five miles an hour.
The GPS had us leaving the main road and running on a number of back roads for most of the day. We ran on dirt roads, through farms and fields, and a few unnamed roads which are always fun. I personally love running on these roads because you don't have to worry about traffic as much and you can enjoy running and the sights that much more. At one point we ran between an irrigation canal and a huge wheat/hay field. Ken decided to prance his way through the field which looked amazing as the hay came all the way up to his hip. He simply disappeared in this sea of yellow. It was funny to watch him and we all laughed at the small he has inside.
These hay fields were obviously being cut and stocked because towards the end of the day we ran passed the largest stock pile of hay I have ever seen in my life. Thousands of bails stacked for maybe 1/2 mile down the road. It was very impressive to say the least.
With four miles left in the day we were running on a dirt road through a couple of fields. Suddenly we ran into a barb wire fence. Directly in front of us stood a Naval Base. Once again we were faced with the challenge of getting around or going through (which is what the GPS had us doing) a restricted area. Being disappointed that we were so close to finishing and having to go all the way around we quickly brainstormed but decided it would be best to go the extra few miles around the perimeter of the base. After a few extra miles we finally made it to town just in time. I say just in time because although it was only 9:30 in the morning the wind was starting to pick up with a fierce kick to it. Not only was it directly in our face for most of the day (except when we were running around the base - I made the joke that we had to be running in the wrong direction because the wind was at our back) but it was stirring up sand and dirt everywhere. It was pelting us everywhere on our body and giving us problems seeing. We were all relieved when we entered town and were able to get inside.
We stopped at the only restaurant in town, The Taco Shop and had a great early lunch. Cheeseburgers all around and milk shakes for Ken and I. Later that night when we returned for dinner Rick and Durkin made sure to purchase their own. Everyone was feeling good to be done with our day and fed before 11 and we made our way over to the fire department only two blocks away. The guys over at the Brawley fire department contacted the Seeley station and got us hooked up for the night. The guys were really cool and interested in our run, often times telling us how crazy we were but that they thought it was amazing that we ran all the way from Georgia. We were able to shower, do laundry and relax in their TV room for the rest of the day. Not much got accomplished but we were all okay with that. We did however see a special episode of My super sweet 16. It featured Diddy's step son and was out of this world. That kid is what we like to call "spoiled". Bad boys for life.
For dinner we headed back to the Taco Shop and across the street to the market to pick up supplies for tomorrow. Breakfast and of course Gatorade was on the menu. As we returned to the station the chief finally arrived and we got to talk to him about our adventure. He too was very excited about our trip and we studied maps for a good hour trying to figure out a quicker way to San Diego from here. He called a number of police and the department of transportation trying to find out if we can run on I-8, which would cut out 30-35 miles that we have left. We are still waiting back on that but I think we are going to stick to our plan. After all it has got us this far. Everyone at the station had to leave for about an hour and because Rick has CPR training they left him in charge. They told us if anyone comes to "take care of it" and of course call 9-1-1. Rick was very excited to be the stand-in-chief even for an hour. He tried to boss me around but I wasn't taking any of his orders. Silly Rick.
I am really happy that today was Rick's first day on the road with us and with everything he got to experience. The hard wind, getting somewhat lost, running on back roads and through fields, fooling around on the road, and getting such generosity at the fire house. In a way he just ran what we have been doing for the last 4 months in one day. He got a crash course NationRun in 24 hours. I wish everyone could experience a day with us. However, for those of you that can not I am thankful we have such great friends to help us keep our website up-to-date. Our friends are great.
We just got back from our first ride in a fire truck. Five of us piled into the back of the truck while the captain rode shot gun. It was a little tight but worth every minute of it. The captain told us a little about the history of the area and drove us on the road we will be running for the next few days. We saw everything and nothing that we will be seeing over the next 30 miles. The desert stands only a few more miles between us and the beautiful Pacific Ocean. We stopped at a sign that read "This is the desert. There's nothing out here. Nothing". It was a neat sign but at the same time a little depressing. As we drove back to the station a huge dust storm came out of no where. The entire road turned into night within seconds. It was pretty cool to see and reminded me of a heavy fog storm back in New York. We are currently back at the station preparing for tomorrows run. It is only about 19 miles and we will be staying with the Ocotillo Fire Department, another station within the Imperial County. I know we are all excited for the next few days that we have left on the road.
Thanks once again for everything. I can say those words over and over but I don't know if I can ever truly repay everyone who has helped us along the way.
I know I will try and for now that is all I can do. We love you all and will see you on MONDAY! I know the nation will come to an end in five days for me but it will live on forever as long as I continue to live my life the way I have the last 111 days.
-Andy
I wanted to finish out the blog with that paragraph but as I was typing I was on a roll and just kept it going. If you finish reading the blog and want a stronger finish than what I come up with I suggest rereading the first paragraph a second time. It could be a good beginning and end. Some might call it a delicious sandwich. Do what you wish with it but personally that's what I would do.
Now on to today...
We all woke up just after 4am as my alarm repeatedly rang. I felt bad because I was sleeping with my headphones on, something I rarely do, but with the fear of the fire alarm waking me up in the middle of the night again I felt I had to have something to drown out the potential noise. Ken had to come over from the next bunk and turn it off for me. He woke everyone else up and we headed downstairs to the living room/kitchen to pack up the joggers and eat breakfast. Although it was early everyone had a bit of energy in them and I could tell we were all excited to get out on the road with Rick. I know I was personally excited. We ate muffins, coffee cake and Ken killed two bowls of cereal that we have been pushing around in the joggers for over a week. I was glad to see him finally eat it not only to free up some more room in the jogger but because I assumed it was stale already.
We were able to fit everything in the joggers with no problem because Rick packed extremely light. He didn't even bring a razor and we all joked that after only 6 days of not shaving he will have passed Durkin with a thicker, more rugged looking mustache. One of the joggers has a slow leak in one of the back wheels and Rick made sure to start pulling his weight immediately and inflated it for us as we watched a variety of TV shows before taking off.
Speaking of Rick. When he woke up this morning he told Durkin and I that he slept completed emerged in his 20 degree sleeping bag, waking up in a pool of sweat. He didn't know that you can't sleep all the way in the bag but instead have to unzip it and use it more like a blanket than a sleeping bag if you are sleeping in 70 degree weather. The two of us laughed at him and called him a "rook" (rookie). This name stuck immediately and we called him Rook for the rest of the day. Any time he did something that we know shouldn't be done or asked a question about things we laughed and called him rook. But don't worry Rick. You will only have to endure this name for two more days when the changing of the guard takes place. For the final three days our friend Dan will be taking on that role.
We got on the road around 5 and once again it was still dark. We made our way out of town joking around and telling stories to our friend. It was great having someone else out there with us. I felt like all morning we were just catching him up with our journey even though he was the person we talked to the most while on the road. It just isn't the same on the phone. I am glad he decided to come out and experience what we have been doing for the past four months. These six days on the road he is getting a mini-nation experience of his own. I know he will take out of it just as much as we have and there is no one else I would have like to share this experience with.
The road we were taking out of town was under construction for about a mile and we ran behind a concrete barrier that separated us from two lanes of traffic. However, before long our small patch of pavement ran out and we were forced to pass the joggers over the barrier and onto the road. Luckily, there was hardly any traffic at this time of the day and we made it passed the construction with little problem. Rick was excited because he wanted to climb a fence before our trip was over. This was no fence but it was close enough.
There was a huge silo on the side of the road and about halfway up the words "Sea Level" with a line were painted on the outside of it. This was a cool thing to see since we were currently 113 feet below sea level at this point, the lowest we would get the entire trip. We have climbed close to 8,000 feet and have sunk as low as 100 feet making it to each of these landmarks with our own two feet-five miles an hour.
The GPS had us leaving the main road and running on a number of back roads for most of the day. We ran on dirt roads, through farms and fields, and a few unnamed roads which are always fun. I personally love running on these roads because you don't have to worry about traffic as much and you can enjoy running and the sights that much more. At one point we ran between an irrigation canal and a huge wheat/hay field. Ken decided to prance his way through the field which looked amazing as the hay came all the way up to his hip. He simply disappeared in this sea of yellow. It was funny to watch him and we all laughed at the small he has inside.
These hay fields were obviously being cut and stocked because towards the end of the day we ran passed the largest stock pile of hay I have ever seen in my life. Thousands of bails stacked for maybe 1/2 mile down the road. It was very impressive to say the least.
With four miles left in the day we were running on a dirt road through a couple of fields. Suddenly we ran into a barb wire fence. Directly in front of us stood a Naval Base. Once again we were faced with the challenge of getting around or going through (which is what the GPS had us doing) a restricted area. Being disappointed that we were so close to finishing and having to go all the way around we quickly brainstormed but decided it would be best to go the extra few miles around the perimeter of the base. After a few extra miles we finally made it to town just in time. I say just in time because although it was only 9:30 in the morning the wind was starting to pick up with a fierce kick to it. Not only was it directly in our face for most of the day (except when we were running around the base - I made the joke that we had to be running in the wrong direction because the wind was at our back) but it was stirring up sand and dirt everywhere. It was pelting us everywhere on our body and giving us problems seeing. We were all relieved when we entered town and were able to get inside.
We stopped at the only restaurant in town, The Taco Shop and had a great early lunch. Cheeseburgers all around and milk shakes for Ken and I. Later that night when we returned for dinner Rick and Durkin made sure to purchase their own. Everyone was feeling good to be done with our day and fed before 11 and we made our way over to the fire department only two blocks away. The guys over at the Brawley fire department contacted the Seeley station and got us hooked up for the night. The guys were really cool and interested in our run, often times telling us how crazy we were but that they thought it was amazing that we ran all the way from Georgia. We were able to shower, do laundry and relax in their TV room for the rest of the day. Not much got accomplished but we were all okay with that. We did however see a special episode of My super sweet 16. It featured Diddy's step son and was out of this world. That kid is what we like to call "spoiled". Bad boys for life.
For dinner we headed back to the Taco Shop and across the street to the market to pick up supplies for tomorrow. Breakfast and of course Gatorade was on the menu. As we returned to the station the chief finally arrived and we got to talk to him about our adventure. He too was very excited about our trip and we studied maps for a good hour trying to figure out a quicker way to San Diego from here. He called a number of police and the department of transportation trying to find out if we can run on I-8, which would cut out 30-35 miles that we have left. We are still waiting back on that but I think we are going to stick to our plan. After all it has got us this far. Everyone at the station had to leave for about an hour and because Rick has CPR training they left him in charge. They told us if anyone comes to "take care of it" and of course call 9-1-1. Rick was very excited to be the stand-in-chief even for an hour. He tried to boss me around but I wasn't taking any of his orders. Silly Rick.
I am really happy that today was Rick's first day on the road with us and with everything he got to experience. The hard wind, getting somewhat lost, running on back roads and through fields, fooling around on the road, and getting such generosity at the fire house. In a way he just ran what we have been doing for the last 4 months in one day. He got a crash course NationRun in 24 hours. I wish everyone could experience a day with us. However, for those of you that can not I am thankful we have such great friends to help us keep our website up-to-date. Our friends are great.
We just got back from our first ride in a fire truck. Five of us piled into the back of the truck while the captain rode shot gun. It was a little tight but worth every minute of it. The captain told us a little about the history of the area and drove us on the road we will be running for the next few days. We saw everything and nothing that we will be seeing over the next 30 miles. The desert stands only a few more miles between us and the beautiful Pacific Ocean. We stopped at a sign that read "This is the desert. There's nothing out here. Nothing". It was a neat sign but at the same time a little depressing. As we drove back to the station a huge dust storm came out of no where. The entire road turned into night within seconds. It was pretty cool to see and reminded me of a heavy fog storm back in New York. We are currently back at the station preparing for tomorrows run. It is only about 19 miles and we will be staying with the Ocotillo Fire Department, another station within the Imperial County. I know we are all excited for the next few days that we have left on the road.
Thanks once again for everything. I can say those words over and over but I don't know if I can ever truly repay everyone who has helped us along the way.
I know I will try and for now that is all I can do. We love you all and will see you on MONDAY! I know the nation will come to an end in five days for me but it will live on forever as long as I continue to live my life the way I have the last 111 days.
-Andy
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Day 110
Welcome to what could possibly be the final Blog of my life. We're currently sitting in the Brawley Public Library with my main man Rick DeCarr. I'm so excited about so many things right now, lets hope I can get it all in before my half hour time limit expires!!
The remainder of last night was spent hanging out with the guys at the station. They made us some delicious carne asada and we discussed the rest of the trip. We went to bed where the full time fire fighters sleep in cubicle style living quarters. There was simultaneously a Flavor of Love as well as Rob & Big marathon all night, Diddy and I were in Heaven! We got to bed pretty early and were both asleep very quickly. Apparently there was a call last night with a loud alarm but I slept right through it.
This morning we woke up and headed to Brownies for breakfast. Andy and I got French Toast breakfasts while Ken went with his classic 3 pancakes. Andy and I finished our delicious breakfasts but Ken left about a pancake and a half stranded. This probably would help explain why Ken has been losing so much weight. As of right now Ken is about 6 pounds lighter, Andy is about the same and I've put on 12 pounds! Ken only weighs 2 more pounds than me which is definitely a first in our friendship, while most people would be upset at something like this happening I've embraced it and used it to make fun of Ken.
After that we made our way back to the fire station to meet up with today's crew. The department works on a swinging schedule so there is a completely different crew today as there was yesterday. They were all great guys and really into our trip. We hung out for a while before making our way to pick up Rick at the airport.
We walked around town and eventually made it to the bus stop. The bus came around 11:30 and we were all very excited to live up bus life. Unfortunately the back row was filled when we got on so we weren't totally lifers, but it was still a good ride. After about 20 minutes we got off by the airport. It was a pretty long walk but it was well worth it to see Rick's dumb smiling face. I can't believe he is actually here, it almost feels too good to be true.
After picking up Rick we made our way back to Brawley and into a small coffee shop/cafe. We got some sandwiches and complementary cookies and gave Rick a taste of what life on the road is really like.
We're all super excited Rick is in the house, he definitely brings a dynamic to our team that has been missing since January 31st when we left him in "The 'Cuse".
So that completes the update, before I sign off I'd just like to thank everyone who has helped us along the way. Whether you pulled up to us on the side of the road and told us we're crazy, took us into your home, or just followed along every day from New York, thank you. This trip would not have been the same without the generosity, encouragement and excitement of all of you. Six runs remain on this 2800 mile trip. I can't believe it went by this quickly. We're all really looking forward to what our future's holds. These next 6 days, our week in San Diego, and life after that is looking extremely positive and exciting.
Thanks again for everything America,
Durkin
The remainder of last night was spent hanging out with the guys at the station. They made us some delicious carne asada and we discussed the rest of the trip. We went to bed where the full time fire fighters sleep in cubicle style living quarters. There was simultaneously a Flavor of Love as well as Rob & Big marathon all night, Diddy and I were in Heaven! We got to bed pretty early and were both asleep very quickly. Apparently there was a call last night with a loud alarm but I slept right through it.
This morning we woke up and headed to Brownies for breakfast. Andy and I got French Toast breakfasts while Ken went with his classic 3 pancakes. Andy and I finished our delicious breakfasts but Ken left about a pancake and a half stranded. This probably would help explain why Ken has been losing so much weight. As of right now Ken is about 6 pounds lighter, Andy is about the same and I've put on 12 pounds! Ken only weighs 2 more pounds than me which is definitely a first in our friendship, while most people would be upset at something like this happening I've embraced it and used it to make fun of Ken.
After that we made our way back to the fire station to meet up with today's crew. The department works on a swinging schedule so there is a completely different crew today as there was yesterday. They were all great guys and really into our trip. We hung out for a while before making our way to pick up Rick at the airport.
We walked around town and eventually made it to the bus stop. The bus came around 11:30 and we were all very excited to live up bus life. Unfortunately the back row was filled when we got on so we weren't totally lifers, but it was still a good ride. After about 20 minutes we got off by the airport. It was a pretty long walk but it was well worth it to see Rick's dumb smiling face. I can't believe he is actually here, it almost feels too good to be true.
After picking up Rick we made our way back to Brawley and into a small coffee shop/cafe. We got some sandwiches and complementary cookies and gave Rick a taste of what life on the road is really like.
We're all super excited Rick is in the house, he definitely brings a dynamic to our team that has been missing since January 31st when we left him in "The 'Cuse".
So that completes the update, before I sign off I'd just like to thank everyone who has helped us along the way. Whether you pulled up to us on the side of the road and told us we're crazy, took us into your home, or just followed along every day from New York, thank you. This trip would not have been the same without the generosity, encouragement and excitement of all of you. Six runs remain on this 2800 mile trip. I can't believe it went by this quickly. We're all really looking forward to what our future's holds. These next 6 days, our week in San Diego, and life after that is looking extremely positive and exciting.
Thanks again for everything America,
Durkin
Monday, May 19, 2008
Day 109
one week.
one single week and 140 miles stands in between the three of us and our lifelong goal of crashing into that pacific ocean! I cannot believe how close we are to that ocean. Sometimes when my mind drifts off I start to think I can smell that salty ocean breeze....but then I snap back into reality and I notice that it's just all the sweat peculating all over my entire body. Yeah, the weather has been mighty hot this past week, with everyday the temperatures have reached and climbed over the century mark. As you probably read in our blog last night, we decided not to stay at the Border Control station for reasons that include but are not limited to:
1) We did not have enough water to last us another day in the hot sun.
2) We just wanted to get to Brawley so we could rest for 2 days.
3) We thought that this last segment of the trip was too easy and figured we could give ourselves a challenge.
4) We, simply put, did not want to spend another day out in the desert in the blazing heat.
So...we needed to get ourselves to Brawley, CA one way or another. So 7pm last night...we patiently waited for the sun to dip below the horizon so that we could forge on without the Ultraviolet rays hitting us...and when I say Ultra...I mean Ultra. But anyways, as soon at the sun set, we were off. We were going at a pretty good pace and we felt pretty good as we started knocking off the miles. Towards mile 15 or so, however, I started feeling pretty tired and exhausted. Due to the fact that I didn't get hardly any sleep yesterday all day because of the intense heat and the fly situation and also coupled with the fact that we were doing another run in the same day...I was starting to feel a little woozy in the head. After about 17 or 18 miles, I asked the guys if we could pitch the tent and sleep for about 4 hours so I could reenergize myself. We found a little place in the middle of the sand dunes and slept from about 11:30 when we finished the running until about 3:30am when we woke up and I felt at least a little rested.
We got up and packed up the tent and little supplies that we had taken out of the jogger for our little catnap and got back on the road with about 27 miles left until Brawley. I was still feeling beat, but a little better about pressing on than I did before we stopped. The moon was full tonight so the way was lit up and we actually could see our moon shadow as Andy told me. We saw the sun come up for about the 7th time in a row. I have become accustomed to seeing that red glow peak out over the horizon. Seeing the sunrise this past week I think might have made up for Los blocking my sunrise at the Grand Canyon...but probably not.
As we continued after the sun came up...the temperature kept rising. It seemed that with every step, the sun was getting higher in the sky and the rays were hitting my back more directly. We were really sweating a lot this morning as it got later and later. We found that the only relief from the sun and the stagnant air was when a giant truck would pass us and blast us with a brief shot of breeze. Sometimes to make the most of the passing truck, I would step out almost immediately behind the truck so I could feel the full force of the air that it pulled behind. As we were coming into the outskirts of Brawley, I saw that there were tiny little water sprinklers that were about 2 inches from the ground watering their respective plants. I walked up to one of these sprinklers and started wetting my hand and hair and eventually my hat. Durkin and Andy followed suit...Durkin put his hands up to the sprinkler and it almost immediately shut off. He told me that it still felt good to have the water touch his hands. I couldn't believe how desperate we were for comfort being out here in this heat! We were grown men, crouching down in some garden utilizing every last ounce of water that came from that little sprinkler. As we walked away I was happy that we had found that and we kept going.
I am going to pause for a second as I tell you a little story about how we pass the time out here on the road....So there is a game that Durkin and I have been playing for years now. This game doesn't really have a name...but the object of the game is to make each other laugh by naming a person that we went to high school with...but more specifically someone that was in our grade. We try and put names out there that we literally have not thought about in ages...and sometimes it brings a giggle to us simply because its a random name we haven't heard in 6 or so years. Since the game has been going on for quite sometime, we have named all of the higher profile names such as Casey Crimmins and Nick Snopkowski. But every now and then, we stun each other with someone that just catches a nerve and we go crazy. Durkin got me with Candice Phisterer today...and I completely lost it. I was so impressed with his memory that I applauded him on the spot. The other day Durkin got me with Christine Devine...and we reminisced about how she won the coach's cup back in 3rd grade...it was a complete blowout. The Coach's Cup is an annual race for the entire 3rd grade where they take the best runner in each of the 3rd grade classes and they all run a 300 meter race. In the qualifying round...I faced off against my class. I placed in a VERY close 2nd place behind Ryan Cox. I was inches away from representing my class in the Coach's Cup...but as history tells us, I did not and it wouldn't have mattered because Christine Devine simply crushed everyone else.
In a similar game, Andy and I name past baseball players and we try and get each other to laugh. The players have to be "semi-famous" or in other words...we can't name Cal Ripkin Jr. and expect the other person to be impressed. I gave him Bip Roberts today...but alas, Andy did not recognize the name...other past names include: Roberto Alomar, Sandy Almoar Jr., Chili Davis, Fred McGriff, Albert Belle, Matt Williams, John Rocker...and the list goes on. I have come to realize that I am far superior in this game to Andrew...but he'll surprise me every now and then.
SO BACK TO TODAY!!!
We rolled into Brawley, CA...exhausted...hot...tired...sweaty...and hungry. We had just completed 70 miles in about 30 hours. It was by far our toughest segment of the trip so far. But we made it and I was personally impressed with all of us that we actually did it. By doing the extra night run, we have become an entire day ahead of schedule and will be taking tomorrow off! So as we came in, we saw a Jack in The Box store and we went in as it was the first sign of real food we had seen in a while. I ordered a really delicious Chicken Sandwich...Durkin got some chicken strips and Andy ordered a burger. As we ate, we met a man named Freddy Cornejo. He was impressed with what we were doing and even contributed to us to help us along the way. He also took a look at our map and gave us his advice on the coming days...there aren't too many left!
We finished eating and we made our way to the Fire Department here in Brawley. We asked if we could spend the night or if they could help us out in anyway and we were quickly put into the helping hands of Captain Manuel Sevilla. He cleared it with the Chief first, but he hooked us up tonight so that we are staying upstairs in their department beds. We were also able to take much needed showers. I took a shower, shaved, and brushed my teeth, and then put on deodorant....and I was pretty much looking and smelling the best I have in a while.
After we got cleaned up, we were called downstairs as the department made us dinner. It was a traditional Southwest and Mexican steak dish served with tortillas. The steak was seasoned perfectly and it was very delicious. On a side note for the dinner...they did have Dr. Pepper.
So now that we are all set for the night...we are just relaxing for the remainder of the night. We were just watching the local news around here, and they were telling us that the temperature was a record breaking 112 degrees today...and the previous record was 108 and that was set in 1988.
So tomorrow, our good friend Rick Decarr is flying into Brawley at around noonish and will be running the final 6 days of the trip with us. All of us are extremely excited to see him and to see a familiar face again. We have said many times over the past month or so that we feel that when Rick arrives on the trip, we feel like the trip will be over. I think a lot of it has to do with Rick being ablee to take our minds off the end being so close. I was telling the guys today that my mind has been so focused on how close we are to finishing and what the end is going to be like and how great we will feel...when in reality it's only making these last couple days drag on longer because thinking about how close we are sometimes makes it feel a little further away. Rick being here will lift some of that and we will just be able to have fun and enjoy these remaining days on the road with one of our best friends. To add to that, only 2 days after Rick gets here, Dan will be coming to run the final 4 days with us. These last days are going to be filled with laughter and a much needed last boost of new energy that will surely feel amazing as we near the end. I am so excited to see Rick and Dan not only for that reason, but also because I really miss them and their friendship and being around them. They are part of our amazingly close circle of friends from college and it seems as different as we have become and as different of lives that we are starting to create for ourselves...we can always return to one place and just be ourselves. Dan has recently moved to Colorado with his wife Abby, so it'll will be really nice to see him because I feel it'll be the last time in a while that I'll get the chance. Anyways....we are all really excited to enjoy these last couple days together...laughing, running, skipping, joking around, slapping, or sometimes even yelling. These days are sure to cap off an amazing run. A run I will never forget. So many memories fit into 4 short months (even though they seemed long at times.) I can't believe that I am typing a blog to all of you talking about the end of something that has been my dream for more than 3 years of my life. We actually went out and did something about a dream we wanted to pursue. Our friend Kerry just posted on the guestbook, telling us about how good it must feel to be proving so many people wrong. This one guy said before we started that if Vegas would put odds on our trip, they would probably put it at 50:1 for us actually completing it...and he would bet for us not to finish. People like that make it that much sweeter that we're finishing. Even friends doubted us...those that knew us the best...but we're finishing. I'm not rubbing it in anyone's face...mainly because the only people that read this blog are those that actually believed in us...as difficult as it may have sounded at first. I remember thinking about the Nation 3 years ago and KNOWING that there was no way I wasn't doing this run. As the time drew nearer...I remember telling my family and how odd it must have sounded...and how at first I felt like they thought I was crazy and it was just some random jobber jabber that I was mumbling....but as the time got closer and closer to February 1st, 2008, they started realizing that I wasn't letting go of my words and that I was actually chasing after something I really believed in. It felt good to have my family come to terms with my dream. It felt really good as the people closest to me started realizing how serious I was and tell me that I could do it. I am pretty sure I made it across this country because of the support I had from my family, my girlfriend, my friends all pushing me along from behind the entire way. Not a step went by that I didn't feel that I was in someone's thoughts somewhere up in New York :) Let me tell you...it felt good and it's going to feel even better when we finish in 7 days.
Thanks for reading and thanks for the support. It's not over yet, but you've brought us this far...BRING US ON IN!!
Ken
one single week and 140 miles stands in between the three of us and our lifelong goal of crashing into that pacific ocean! I cannot believe how close we are to that ocean. Sometimes when my mind drifts off I start to think I can smell that salty ocean breeze....but then I snap back into reality and I notice that it's just all the sweat peculating all over my entire body. Yeah, the weather has been mighty hot this past week, with everyday the temperatures have reached and climbed over the century mark. As you probably read in our blog last night, we decided not to stay at the Border Control station for reasons that include but are not limited to:
1) We did not have enough water to last us another day in the hot sun.
2) We just wanted to get to Brawley so we could rest for 2 days.
3) We thought that this last segment of the trip was too easy and figured we could give ourselves a challenge.
4) We, simply put, did not want to spend another day out in the desert in the blazing heat.
So...we needed to get ourselves to Brawley, CA one way or another. So 7pm last night...we patiently waited for the sun to dip below the horizon so that we could forge on without the Ultraviolet rays hitting us...and when I say Ultra...I mean Ultra. But anyways, as soon at the sun set, we were off. We were going at a pretty good pace and we felt pretty good as we started knocking off the miles. Towards mile 15 or so, however, I started feeling pretty tired and exhausted. Due to the fact that I didn't get hardly any sleep yesterday all day because of the intense heat and the fly situation and also coupled with the fact that we were doing another run in the same day...I was starting to feel a little woozy in the head. After about 17 or 18 miles, I asked the guys if we could pitch the tent and sleep for about 4 hours so I could reenergize myself. We found a little place in the middle of the sand dunes and slept from about 11:30 when we finished the running until about 3:30am when we woke up and I felt at least a little rested.
We got up and packed up the tent and little supplies that we had taken out of the jogger for our little catnap and got back on the road with about 27 miles left until Brawley. I was still feeling beat, but a little better about pressing on than I did before we stopped. The moon was full tonight so the way was lit up and we actually could see our moon shadow as Andy told me. We saw the sun come up for about the 7th time in a row. I have become accustomed to seeing that red glow peak out over the horizon. Seeing the sunrise this past week I think might have made up for Los blocking my sunrise at the Grand Canyon...but probably not.
As we continued after the sun came up...the temperature kept rising. It seemed that with every step, the sun was getting higher in the sky and the rays were hitting my back more directly. We were really sweating a lot this morning as it got later and later. We found that the only relief from the sun and the stagnant air was when a giant truck would pass us and blast us with a brief shot of breeze. Sometimes to make the most of the passing truck, I would step out almost immediately behind the truck so I could feel the full force of the air that it pulled behind. As we were coming into the outskirts of Brawley, I saw that there were tiny little water sprinklers that were about 2 inches from the ground watering their respective plants. I walked up to one of these sprinklers and started wetting my hand and hair and eventually my hat. Durkin and Andy followed suit...Durkin put his hands up to the sprinkler and it almost immediately shut off. He told me that it still felt good to have the water touch his hands. I couldn't believe how desperate we were for comfort being out here in this heat! We were grown men, crouching down in some garden utilizing every last ounce of water that came from that little sprinkler. As we walked away I was happy that we had found that and we kept going.
I am going to pause for a second as I tell you a little story about how we pass the time out here on the road....So there is a game that Durkin and I have been playing for years now. This game doesn't really have a name...but the object of the game is to make each other laugh by naming a person that we went to high school with...but more specifically someone that was in our grade. We try and put names out there that we literally have not thought about in ages...and sometimes it brings a giggle to us simply because its a random name we haven't heard in 6 or so years. Since the game has been going on for quite sometime, we have named all of the higher profile names such as Casey Crimmins and Nick Snopkowski. But every now and then, we stun each other with someone that just catches a nerve and we go crazy. Durkin got me with Candice Phisterer today...and I completely lost it. I was so impressed with his memory that I applauded him on the spot. The other day Durkin got me with Christine Devine...and we reminisced about how she won the coach's cup back in 3rd grade...it was a complete blowout. The Coach's Cup is an annual race for the entire 3rd grade where they take the best runner in each of the 3rd grade classes and they all run a 300 meter race. In the qualifying round...I faced off against my class. I placed in a VERY close 2nd place behind Ryan Cox. I was inches away from representing my class in the Coach's Cup...but as history tells us, I did not and it wouldn't have mattered because Christine Devine simply crushed everyone else.
In a similar game, Andy and I name past baseball players and we try and get each other to laugh. The players have to be "semi-famous" or in other words...we can't name Cal Ripkin Jr. and expect the other person to be impressed. I gave him Bip Roberts today...but alas, Andy did not recognize the name...other past names include: Roberto Alomar, Sandy Almoar Jr., Chili Davis, Fred McGriff, Albert Belle, Matt Williams, John Rocker...and the list goes on. I have come to realize that I am far superior in this game to Andrew...but he'll surprise me every now and then.
SO BACK TO TODAY!!!
We rolled into Brawley, CA...exhausted...hot...tired...sweaty...and hungry. We had just completed 70 miles in about 30 hours. It was by far our toughest segment of the trip so far. But we made it and I was personally impressed with all of us that we actually did it. By doing the extra night run, we have become an entire day ahead of schedule and will be taking tomorrow off! So as we came in, we saw a Jack in The Box store and we went in as it was the first sign of real food we had seen in a while. I ordered a really delicious Chicken Sandwich...Durkin got some chicken strips and Andy ordered a burger. As we ate, we met a man named Freddy Cornejo. He was impressed with what we were doing and even contributed to us to help us along the way. He also took a look at our map and gave us his advice on the coming days...there aren't too many left!
We finished eating and we made our way to the Fire Department here in Brawley. We asked if we could spend the night or if they could help us out in anyway and we were quickly put into the helping hands of Captain Manuel Sevilla. He cleared it with the Chief first, but he hooked us up tonight so that we are staying upstairs in their department beds. We were also able to take much needed showers. I took a shower, shaved, and brushed my teeth, and then put on deodorant....and I was pretty much looking and smelling the best I have in a while.
After we got cleaned up, we were called downstairs as the department made us dinner. It was a traditional Southwest and Mexican steak dish served with tortillas. The steak was seasoned perfectly and it was very delicious. On a side note for the dinner...they did have Dr. Pepper.
So now that we are all set for the night...we are just relaxing for the remainder of the night. We were just watching the local news around here, and they were telling us that the temperature was a record breaking 112 degrees today...and the previous record was 108 and that was set in 1988.
So tomorrow, our good friend Rick Decarr is flying into Brawley at around noonish and will be running the final 6 days of the trip with us. All of us are extremely excited to see him and to see a familiar face again. We have said many times over the past month or so that we feel that when Rick arrives on the trip, we feel like the trip will be over. I think a lot of it has to do with Rick being ablee to take our minds off the end being so close. I was telling the guys today that my mind has been so focused on how close we are to finishing and what the end is going to be like and how great we will feel...when in reality it's only making these last couple days drag on longer because thinking about how close we are sometimes makes it feel a little further away. Rick being here will lift some of that and we will just be able to have fun and enjoy these remaining days on the road with one of our best friends. To add to that, only 2 days after Rick gets here, Dan will be coming to run the final 4 days with us. These last days are going to be filled with laughter and a much needed last boost of new energy that will surely feel amazing as we near the end. I am so excited to see Rick and Dan not only for that reason, but also because I really miss them and their friendship and being around them. They are part of our amazingly close circle of friends from college and it seems as different as we have become and as different of lives that we are starting to create for ourselves...we can always return to one place and just be ourselves. Dan has recently moved to Colorado with his wife Abby, so it'll will be really nice to see him because I feel it'll be the last time in a while that I'll get the chance. Anyways....we are all really excited to enjoy these last couple days together...laughing, running, skipping, joking around, slapping, or sometimes even yelling. These days are sure to cap off an amazing run. A run I will never forget. So many memories fit into 4 short months (even though they seemed long at times.) I can't believe that I am typing a blog to all of you talking about the end of something that has been my dream for more than 3 years of my life. We actually went out and did something about a dream we wanted to pursue. Our friend Kerry just posted on the guestbook, telling us about how good it must feel to be proving so many people wrong. This one guy said before we started that if Vegas would put odds on our trip, they would probably put it at 50:1 for us actually completing it...and he would bet for us not to finish. People like that make it that much sweeter that we're finishing. Even friends doubted us...those that knew us the best...but we're finishing. I'm not rubbing it in anyone's face...mainly because the only people that read this blog are those that actually believed in us...as difficult as it may have sounded at first. I remember thinking about the Nation 3 years ago and KNOWING that there was no way I wasn't doing this run. As the time drew nearer...I remember telling my family and how odd it must have sounded...and how at first I felt like they thought I was crazy and it was just some random jobber jabber that I was mumbling....but as the time got closer and closer to February 1st, 2008, they started realizing that I wasn't letting go of my words and that I was actually chasing after something I really believed in. It felt good to have my family come to terms with my dream. It felt really good as the people closest to me started realizing how serious I was and tell me that I could do it. I am pretty sure I made it across this country because of the support I had from my family, my girlfriend, my friends all pushing me along from behind the entire way. Not a step went by that I didn't feel that I was in someone's thoughts somewhere up in New York :) Let me tell you...it felt good and it's going to feel even better when we finish in 7 days.
Thanks for reading and thanks for the support. It's not over yet, but you've brought us this far...BRING US ON IN!!
Ken
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