Doing a header, and searching for fuel
Saturday morning, November 1st, all is good after another double marathon Friday.
We celebrated all day as we continued to see the solar panel re-charging every time we hit the sunshine, and the coach battery power indicator re-charging every time we drove forward to the next stop point. I feel confidant in saying, our dead battery woes are over folks!
We arrived in late last night to another sponsored KOA and made a big mistake in not filling up with fuel before we left Providence, Rhode Island. Why the comment though about the fuel? Well, the low fuel light is on high alert because it took a lot longer to find the camp site in the dark and the directions were funky at best. Even GPSs steer you astray sometimes. But besides all that, we (I) made a bad call in not filing up when we had the chance and now we are seriously low and hoping the diesel station isn’t too far away. Or, plan b.
Seeing if a Good Samaritan arrives this morning. We have our next-door neighbour scoped out as potential for a can of fuel. And if that doesn’t happen, we’ve picked the front office as potential Samaritan material too. Stay tuned. We Google Earthed the area last night and doesn’t look to be fuel anywhere close so we’re not chancing it.
Yesterday was a great running day! It was cold to start at 28 degrees, but warmed to well over 61 degrees by midday. The only hitch was taking a header right in mid stride and hitting the pavement like a hockey player going down from a good punch to the head. My feel got caught up in a ring of wire they tie newspapers in and when I stepped forward I went straight down. Instinct took my forearms and wrists to the ground before my head completed its whack to let me know how hard pavement is. It’s fun stuff seeing stars and mashing my brain against the frontal lobe on a sunny Friday…
So I write today with sore head, scabby arms, bruised runner ego, and some memories of yesterday of how quickly a small ring of paper wire can take ya down.
Better wake Steph and Simon, as our “good Samaritan neighbour” just stirred beside us. (PS I can’t believe it’s NOVEMBER!!)
OUCH! I hate when falls happen. I been in some doozies! Cut my chin open twice. I feel for ya! Feel better!
Comment by Jenn — Saturday, November 1, 2008 @ 7:02 pm
awww! Feel better! I remember a track meet back in high school, I ran so fast, ended up tripping over my own feet. It wasn’t a pretty picture. But bruises and all I ran! Can’t wait to see you in New York!
Comment by Alyssa — Sunday, November 2, 2008 @ 4:46 pm