1) Is my family okay with me being on my own so much now?
Not really, but it's the way things have progressed. I would have not thought it would be quite like this, yet it has worked out so well for John and I. We are both driven, and motivated, ultra people. We both want this crossing equally, and have figured out how to use our individual strengths to make it happen. I help with motel reservations, get him dinner sometimes when he has a late day, and pick up supplies for him at times. His pace is strong and consistent, but it can get him in towns late sometimes. That's where I can help out. He, in turn, knows the turns, detours, terrain, routes, and other misc important bits of knowledge. Together, we make a good team.
I know I said I felt "safe". Yet, I know it's a false sense.....no one is really safe out here. I have accepted the risks, acknowledge them, and do my best to make good decisions. My family puts their faith in me that I will be as safe as possible.
2) What is the biggest difference between the panhandle of Texas and Oklahoma?
The size of the shoulder!! Texas: a car width, sweet! Oklahoma: about 2-3 feet. Whomp, whomp.
3) Did those ground hogs really video me running with my cart (Instagram)?
It took 4 of them to hold my iPhone still, so it would turn out. Thank you, guys! You did a great job!!
4) Weight management update, please.
My biggest fear seeing David yesterday, was what he was going to say about my weight. I've been trying hard to eat and eat! My usual day goes something like this:
Morning: I move well in the cool, early hours. I've eaten a good breakfast, and am usually rested. I may not eat as much , while on the road, because I feel good and comfortable.
Mid-Day: I do eat to replace my reserves, because I'm getting hungry, and it rejuvenates me.
Early Afternoon: It's getting warm/hot out. The wind is blowing hard, usually.This decreases my appetite, I'm moving along, and want to keep going to make forward progress. I do eat, though.
Around 4-5 pm: I may getting closer to my final destination, and start looking forward to a possible decent dinner at a Cafe! I eat some, but really am ready to stop and relax.
So this brings me to the evening. I'm relaxed, and happy, to be at my destination, and want to shower! And I'm hungry, and ready for regular food. I eat all evening!
In summary, David 's report was that I was doing okay. I'll take that! He did bring me all my favorite foods!! I loved it all!! Thank you, Sweetie!!
Happy Monday! Gotta go eat something,
Cyndi
Monday, May 4, 2015
Day 34 - Arnett to Seiling, OK
I still can't believe I'm in Oklahoma. David was here, and now he is heading back home. And I'm heading down the road. We both agreed that Oklahoma is more beautiful than we realized. We haven't been to OK very often.
I had the most wonderful, sweet, and relaxing time with David. I miss him so much. My day to day life is so different without him. I have to surpress my emotions about it all, so that I'm able to stay focused and not let my emotions take over. It's part of my mental strategy - not intentional - but necessary, to help me cope. Being alone, and doing this without him each day, is very new to me. I've adjusted as best as I can.
I know he needs to get back home to handle the things at the house, the dogs, work, and life in general. He's doing it all so I can pursue my dream of crossing the U.S. I really appreciate his - and everyone 's - support!! It's what fuels my soul, allows me to stay focused, and only worry about my daily needs. David will be driving up again next Sunday, along with my sweet daughter, Lauren. They will meet me , wherever I might be then, to share a meal for Mother's Day. Not sure where, but I look forward to being with my family on that special day. And then after that, I may not see them til Virginia Beach. Which will be a celebration in itself!!
And this coming Saturday, my sister, Sheryl, and her husband, Gene, are coming out so that Sheryl can spend Saturday out on the road with me. How fun!!!!! Once again, not sure where I'll be exactly, but we will live the "life" out here for the day.
Since this may be the area where I'm closest to home, I'm enjoying the visits. After I get toward Kentucky, the miles are just too far to come for the amount of time I can spend with anyone.
It's Monday, and back to work for most everyone. I wish everybody a wonderful, and productive day.
I'm heading toward Vici, and then will move onto Seiling. It will take me most of the day, but I'll get there!
Onward,
Cyndi
I forgot to mention the Circle C motel from last night. It's something I'm used to. But David probably had a little harder time letting himself relax in this unusual environment. It's a different lifestyle, socioeconomic environment. I blend in fairly well. Then again, this has been my life for over a month. For example, they left our motel door open, the key is in the microwave, and no one is around that runs the place. Very laid back. There's even a Bird Cleaning Room here. Just a different way of life. I like it.
I had the most wonderful, sweet, and relaxing time with David. I miss him so much. My day to day life is so different without him. I have to surpress my emotions about it all, so that I'm able to stay focused and not let my emotions take over. It's part of my mental strategy - not intentional - but necessary, to help me cope. Being alone, and doing this without him each day, is very new to me. I've adjusted as best as I can.
I know he needs to get back home to handle the things at the house, the dogs, work, and life in general. He's doing it all so I can pursue my dream of crossing the U.S. I really appreciate his - and everyone 's - support!! It's what fuels my soul, allows me to stay focused, and only worry about my daily needs. David will be driving up again next Sunday, along with my sweet daughter, Lauren. They will meet me , wherever I might be then, to share a meal for Mother's Day. Not sure where, but I look forward to being with my family on that special day. And then after that, I may not see them til Virginia Beach. Which will be a celebration in itself!!
And this coming Saturday, my sister, Sheryl, and her husband, Gene, are coming out so that Sheryl can spend Saturday out on the road with me. How fun!!!!! Once again, not sure where I'll be exactly, but we will live the "life" out here for the day.
Since this may be the area where I'm closest to home, I'm enjoying the visits. After I get toward Kentucky, the miles are just too far to come for the amount of time I can spend with anyone.
It's Monday, and back to work for most everyone. I wish everybody a wonderful, and productive day.
I'm heading toward Vici, and then will move onto Seiling. It will take me most of the day, but I'll get there!
Onward,
Cyndi
I forgot to mention the Circle C motel from last night. It's something I'm used to. But David probably had a little harder time letting himself relax in this unusual environment. It's a different lifestyle, socioeconomic environment. I blend in fairly well. Then again, this has been my life for over a month. For example, they left our motel door open, the key is in the microwave, and no one is around that runs the place. Very laid back. There's even a Bird Cleaning Room here. Just a different way of life. I like it.
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Day 33 and Night 33 - Fun in Oklahoma!
The morning starts out unusual. I'm at a Best Western on the 3rd floor. You know what that means, I have to put my cart in the elevator, and bring it downstairs (which opens to the breakfast area, dang it), and look all crazy, around people who are normal. I get in the elevator with my cart, and in walks a oil field worker, in his heavy red work jumpsuit, staring a hole through my cart. I say, "I'm running across America ", in a attempt to justify myself. He surprises me by saying, "I'm going to work. Wish I was doing something FUN like run across America.". WAIT! Someone just said "fun" and "run across America " in the same sentence! And not in a bad way. He was very nice, and looked to be daydreaming about doing anything - besides go to work. We both exited the elevator, and he wished me well. I declined the breakfast, because it didn't look all that great. But I did just have a banana and PB in my room. Also, a thousand oil field workers were occupying the tables. I felt like a pink elephant in the midst of all the grey ones.
Off I go. Onto US60, with a little later start than usual. It's kind of nice because it gets "light" fast that way, and I can see the road nicely. I'm feeling a little sluggish, so I start out slow. The last two days I've moved nicely, but it was also flat. Now, it's rolling, and time to start pushing the cart again. I move along, and get to Glacier. Nothing there. I keep moving. After another 18 ish miles, I get to Higgins. I'm hustling there, because, after all, it's Sunday. That means everything is 1) closed, 2) closing at 2, or 3) closed. Sure enough, there's one place in town with 3 cars in front of it. It's a place that looks like there's nothing there. Upon closer inspection, I notice it says Donut Shop. Yum! I open the screen door, and notice immediately that it's a Cafe! There is one table with 3 (older) couples sitting together. There is a lady with an apron on, and a man (her adult son), also working there. The people at the table stare at me like Jesus had just walked in the Cafe.....that's the look on their faces. With everyone staring, I say, "hello!". They respond, then immediately start arguing about who has seen me the most, where they have seen me, and talking as if I'm invisible. One of the men start by saying to me, "I saw you in White Deer yesterday", another says, "I saw you coming out of Amarillo the other day". I explain what I'm doing, and it all begins to make sense. The lady in the apron interrupts, and asks me if I'd like the "special ". I tell her that she can pick what she would like me to have, and the man-worker says, "I'll bring you the run across America special!!". Cool. It takes him no time to put together a plate of fresh fried chicken (lady in aprons recipe), mashed potatoes, gravy, Texas toast, corn and salad. Iced tea, and also blueberry cobbler. Plopped down right in front of me! As I eat at the table nearby the only people in there, they continue to ask lots of questions. I stayed there an hour! I had a blast! They wanted to go outside and look at the cart, and we all just sat and visited together. The lady in the apron, and her adult son were so kind to me. They cook their food there like we would. In regular pots and pans, the cobbler in a glass Pyrex pan, just like being at your grandmas house. Screen door and all. I said my good byes and headed out. But not before the lady in the apron had me sign "her book". It's a book she likes to have special guests who eat there, sign. Very sweet.
Now I have my remaining miles left, that will lead me to Oklahoma, and into Arnett. Where David will be later on!! Any sluggish-ness I felt earlier that morning has disappeared. As I move along, I have multiple people stop and inquire about "seeing me" over the last day or two.....and what I'm doing. This must be a well-traveled area for people driving back and forth to work. So they see me early in the am, and then later that day. Interesting, to them. One man pulled over, rolled down his window, and said, "Are you crossing?". I loved it that he knew what I was doing!!! Turns out he is a ultra runner, too! We talked a little while, and as soon as he drove off, someone else stopped. He was checking to see if I'm okay. He had seen me that morning. I could go on and on, but this phenomenon ebbs and flows. Some days more than others.
I am now really fired up about getting to Arnett, as David is getting close! I finally get into town, and see the motel. David is there! I'm so excited to see him!! It's been a fun-filled day of 40 miles, but this is the best part!!!! I hug his neck, we catch up, and he has brought me tons and tons of all my favorite foods!! Including a Qdoba quesadilla from the OkCity area. How cool is that?! I attack the cupcake first. After all, there's icing on it!!! I'm so happy he is here. I needed to see him, catch up, and spend some time with him.
So I will close for now. I'm going to hang out and relax with my sweetie. I'm a lucky girl!
Tomorrow, we head to Seiling. David will most likely head out in the morning. He has a decent drive back.
Hope your Sunday was nice as well,
Cyndi
Off I go. Onto US60, with a little later start than usual. It's kind of nice because it gets "light" fast that way, and I can see the road nicely. I'm feeling a little sluggish, so I start out slow. The last two days I've moved nicely, but it was also flat. Now, it's rolling, and time to start pushing the cart again. I move along, and get to Glacier. Nothing there. I keep moving. After another 18 ish miles, I get to Higgins. I'm hustling there, because, after all, it's Sunday. That means everything is 1) closed, 2) closing at 2, or 3) closed. Sure enough, there's one place in town with 3 cars in front of it. It's a place that looks like there's nothing there. Upon closer inspection, I notice it says Donut Shop. Yum! I open the screen door, and notice immediately that it's a Cafe! There is one table with 3 (older) couples sitting together. There is a lady with an apron on, and a man (her adult son), also working there. The people at the table stare at me like Jesus had just walked in the Cafe.....that's the look on their faces. With everyone staring, I say, "hello!". They respond, then immediately start arguing about who has seen me the most, where they have seen me, and talking as if I'm invisible. One of the men start by saying to me, "I saw you in White Deer yesterday", another says, "I saw you coming out of Amarillo the other day". I explain what I'm doing, and it all begins to make sense. The lady in the apron interrupts, and asks me if I'd like the "special ". I tell her that she can pick what she would like me to have, and the man-worker says, "I'll bring you the run across America special!!". Cool. It takes him no time to put together a plate of fresh fried chicken (lady in aprons recipe), mashed potatoes, gravy, Texas toast, corn and salad. Iced tea, and also blueberry cobbler. Plopped down right in front of me! As I eat at the table nearby the only people in there, they continue to ask lots of questions. I stayed there an hour! I had a blast! They wanted to go outside and look at the cart, and we all just sat and visited together. The lady in the apron, and her adult son were so kind to me. They cook their food there like we would. In regular pots and pans, the cobbler in a glass Pyrex pan, just like being at your grandmas house. Screen door and all. I said my good byes and headed out. But not before the lady in the apron had me sign "her book". It's a book she likes to have special guests who eat there, sign. Very sweet.
Now I have my remaining miles left, that will lead me to Oklahoma, and into Arnett. Where David will be later on!! Any sluggish-ness I felt earlier that morning has disappeared. As I move along, I have multiple people stop and inquire about "seeing me" over the last day or two.....and what I'm doing. This must be a well-traveled area for people driving back and forth to work. So they see me early in the am, and then later that day. Interesting, to them. One man pulled over, rolled down his window, and said, "Are you crossing?". I loved it that he knew what I was doing!!! Turns out he is a ultra runner, too! We talked a little while, and as soon as he drove off, someone else stopped. He was checking to see if I'm okay. He had seen me that morning. I could go on and on, but this phenomenon ebbs and flows. Some days more than others.
I am now really fired up about getting to Arnett, as David is getting close! I finally get into town, and see the motel. David is there! I'm so excited to see him!! It's been a fun-filled day of 40 miles, but this is the best part!!!! I hug his neck, we catch up, and he has brought me tons and tons of all my favorite foods!! Including a Qdoba quesadilla from the OkCity area. How cool is that?! I attack the cupcake first. After all, there's icing on it!!! I'm so happy he is here. I needed to see him, catch up, and spend some time with him.
So I will close for now. I'm going to hang out and relax with my sweetie. I'm a lucky girl!
Tomorrow, we head to Seiling. David will most likely head out in the morning. He has a decent drive back.
Hope your Sunday was nice as well,
Cyndi
Saturday, May 2, 2015
Day and Night 32 - Canadian, Tx
Before I discuss today, I meant to tell you about what happened at dinner last evening in Pampa. I was over at the "grill" eating. Mind you, I had a appetizer, a meal, and a piece of cake, iced tea and coffee. When I gave her my CC to pay, she asked me, "Are you the lady that ate that 72 oz steak at the Steak House last week?!" First, you may know about that famous steak place in the Amarillo area, and if you finish the 72 oz steak, it's free. This waitress was convinced that since I could eat all that food last night, it was most likely me who ate that 72 oz steak - that she had heard about. I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed, or just let it be. I just let it be. I, of course, said, "No, wasn't me. But I can eat!". She smiled, I paid and left. Side note: I am ravenous in the evenings. Even after I eat, and know that my stomach is full of food, I'm still hungry. It's a horrible feeling. I try to eat, and be done. But it's like a compulsive feeling to eat more and more. I think my body is just trying to save itself from all the running madness.
Today was an amazingly beautiful day from Pampa to Canadian. NO, the gross chicken 18-wheelers were gone, because they turned just outside of Pampa on 152. There's a chicken processing place around that area - I could smell it!!!! So I was blessed with that situation. The majority of the 18-wheelers today were oil/gas trucks. There were oil fields everywhere. The oil trucks are still huge, but more aerodynamic. They don't blow my cart - and myself - around nearly like the chicken trucks did. It was a light traffic day along this stretch of us60, as well. Considering the shoulder was wide and just like butter, all these conditions made for a pleasant day. And as a bonus, after 22 miles was the town of Miami. There was a market/convenience store that had anything and everything you could possibly want! I had a breakfast burrito, and a homemade mini-red velvet cake. Sweet! I was set to make it into Canadian after that!!
Seeing the U.S. on foot vs car has been an educational experience. One thing I can tell you is that different "stretches" along US60 have common 18-wheelers. So far, my most noticeable groupings have been: Walmart truckers (by far the most considerate), construction truckers (also, very considerate!), livestock trucks (by far the grossest), oil/gas truckers, wide-load truckers (they always try to move over so not to hit me accidentally, thank you!), and then lots of "general" truckers. (All of these being 18-wheelers). But a staple on the road is regular pickup trucks, most hauling their horses or cows somewhere in a trailer attached.
Time moved along quickly today, I put the miles away, and got to the outskirts of Canadian faster than I realized. No particular reason. I still had about 6 more miles to really get "into" town, when I was "pulled over" by a Hemphill County Policeman. His name was Officer Branson. He said someone had reported a lady pushing a baby in a baby carriage down US 60. I explained what I was doing, he seemed happy and pleased that everything was okay, and sent me on my way. But not before he gave me a few recommendations on dinner places in town. Thanks, Officer! (I picked "Grease Monkey" for dinner, and had a sandwich and soup. It was very, very good!)
I moved onward into town. This is a oil industry town - if I've ever seen one. Every guy looks like he works in the oil fields. Trucks, equipment, heavy work attire, and they look dirtier than I do. Halliburton is a big company around here. My uncle used to work there!!
Finally, I fit in. Dirty and stinky like everybody else. Except for the baby carriage.
I'm staying at a Best Western tonight here in town. It's SO nice, it's like a Holiday Inn Express but supped-up. Nice everything! And since the oil workers have to be to work early, the hotel starts serving breakfast at 5 am!! This is my kind of place.
Tomorrow, after a warm breakfast, we go to Arnett, Oklahoma. It about 41 miles to our motel there. The Circle C motel and RV park. They confirmed my request for a room by texting me and saying that Room 116 will be open when I get there. Yep, back to the motel-mentality. Doors unlocked, no keys, door may or may not actually lock? No one really ever around? It's a interesting thing - that small motel industry. Another educational experience for me.
David will get to experience it as well! As he's meeting me in Arnett tomorrow!!!!! I'm so excited to see him!! It will be a quick visit, but so glad he's coming up to see me. We can share a meal at the local cafe......assuming it's open. After all, everything closes by 3 pm on Sunday's! Luckily, he has a car. Wow, I may be in a car tomorrow to go eat? Really?
Hygiene Report:
I've noticed my clothes don't seem to smell as fresh as I would expect them to, esp after they were washed and put away in my bag. Then I figure it out. It's the bag!!! I bought this black duffel bag for $6 at a small town misc-kind-of-store. Turns out, it's what needs to be washed! So while I'm here at this nice place, I put that black duffle bag in the washer, and now it should not make my clean clothes smelly icky anymore. Why didn't I figure that out before? Geeez.
I showered in the nice shower, put 16 layers of body lotion on my parched skin, and put some clean clothes on. I'm brand new.
I think I'm all ready for tomorrow. I'm so looking forward to it!
Cyndi
Today was an amazingly beautiful day from Pampa to Canadian. NO, the gross chicken 18-wheelers were gone, because they turned just outside of Pampa on 152. There's a chicken processing place around that area - I could smell it!!!! So I was blessed with that situation. The majority of the 18-wheelers today were oil/gas trucks. There were oil fields everywhere. The oil trucks are still huge, but more aerodynamic. They don't blow my cart - and myself - around nearly like the chicken trucks did. It was a light traffic day along this stretch of us60, as well. Considering the shoulder was wide and just like butter, all these conditions made for a pleasant day. And as a bonus, after 22 miles was the town of Miami. There was a market/convenience store that had anything and everything you could possibly want! I had a breakfast burrito, and a homemade mini-red velvet cake. Sweet! I was set to make it into Canadian after that!!
Seeing the U.S. on foot vs car has been an educational experience. One thing I can tell you is that different "stretches" along US60 have common 18-wheelers. So far, my most noticeable groupings have been: Walmart truckers (by far the most considerate), construction truckers (also, very considerate!), livestock trucks (by far the grossest), oil/gas truckers, wide-load truckers (they always try to move over so not to hit me accidentally, thank you!), and then lots of "general" truckers. (All of these being 18-wheelers). But a staple on the road is regular pickup trucks, most hauling their horses or cows somewhere in a trailer attached.
Time moved along quickly today, I put the miles away, and got to the outskirts of Canadian faster than I realized. No particular reason. I still had about 6 more miles to really get "into" town, when I was "pulled over" by a Hemphill County Policeman. His name was Officer Branson. He said someone had reported a lady pushing a baby in a baby carriage down US 60. I explained what I was doing, he seemed happy and pleased that everything was okay, and sent me on my way. But not before he gave me a few recommendations on dinner places in town. Thanks, Officer! (I picked "Grease Monkey" for dinner, and had a sandwich and soup. It was very, very good!)
I moved onward into town. This is a oil industry town - if I've ever seen one. Every guy looks like he works in the oil fields. Trucks, equipment, heavy work attire, and they look dirtier than I do. Halliburton is a big company around here. My uncle used to work there!!
Finally, I fit in. Dirty and stinky like everybody else. Except for the baby carriage.
I'm staying at a Best Western tonight here in town. It's SO nice, it's like a Holiday Inn Express but supped-up. Nice everything! And since the oil workers have to be to work early, the hotel starts serving breakfast at 5 am!! This is my kind of place.
Tomorrow, after a warm breakfast, we go to Arnett, Oklahoma. It about 41 miles to our motel there. The Circle C motel and RV park. They confirmed my request for a room by texting me and saying that Room 116 will be open when I get there. Yep, back to the motel-mentality. Doors unlocked, no keys, door may or may not actually lock? No one really ever around? It's a interesting thing - that small motel industry. Another educational experience for me.
David will get to experience it as well! As he's meeting me in Arnett tomorrow!!!!! I'm so excited to see him!! It will be a quick visit, but so glad he's coming up to see me. We can share a meal at the local cafe......assuming it's open. After all, everything closes by 3 pm on Sunday's! Luckily, he has a car. Wow, I may be in a car tomorrow to go eat? Really?
Hygiene Report:
I've noticed my clothes don't seem to smell as fresh as I would expect them to, esp after they were washed and put away in my bag. Then I figure it out. It's the bag!!! I bought this black duffel bag for $6 at a small town misc-kind-of-store. Turns out, it's what needs to be washed! So while I'm here at this nice place, I put that black duffle bag in the washer, and now it should not make my clean clothes smelly icky anymore. Why didn't I figure that out before? Geeez.
I showered in the nice shower, put 16 layers of body lotion on my parched skin, and put some clean clothes on. I'm brand new.
I think I'm all ready for tomorrow. I'm so looking forward to it!
Cyndi
The Most Common FAQ
1) Where is John? Do you and John run together? Do you and John stay together during the day?
These, and other similar related questions are the most common questions I am getting right now. I will start by saying this, John and I did stay together at the beginning of the Crossing. I was worried about getting lost, making the correct turns, knowing where I was going, and just taking care of myself, on the road, in general. Over the first week or two, I stayed at his pace, with him, as he taught me everything from how and when to supply my cart, where the turns are, to what our route would be, and basically the "Road rules ". As time went on, we passed through the mountains, the canyon, and it was when we were moving through Arizona, that I started moving ahead each day at my own pace. Then, later in the day, I would stop and wait for him. We would then move to our final location of the day together. Then, as time progressed further, I became more confident. I would walk/run with him in the mornings, and we would discuss what the day with hold. Then I would move forward at my own pace, and meet him at our final location of the day. This included finding camping sites, as well. As time progressed, I stayed with him less and less. I moved along at my own pace during the day, and would meet him at our final location at the end of each day. He and I had an understanding that this was working out well, and we had found our "balance", to be able to maintain our own pace, and meet up at designated places.
This process was working well, until we had a few very long mileage days, and the bad weather hit. John fell behind, and begin getting into towns in the wee morning hours. This, along with the bad weather days, separated us further. We were texting each other, and he was still wanting to go the full mileage each day, even though he was getting in very late. I continued to move forward along our designated schedule, as did he, at his own pace. I did go three days without seeing him, as we passed back-and-forth through motels and towns.
I did see him last night in Pampa, and we decided what our next 2 to 3 days would be like, and what the mileage will be along the way. It may be that we pass back-and-forth in towns, because our pace is so different. I prefer to run, slow jog or fast walk. He prefers some light running, but mostly walking. We both get the miles completed, but just at a different pace and time. We have found our routine, our balance, and our ability to communicate throughout each and every day.
He has taught me how to live on the side of the highway, how to take care of myself, what the road rules are, and continues to be a mentor for me out here. It's working out very well, and I do feel safe.
Most people cross the United States alone. It's easier to only have to take care of yourself, look out for yourself, and worry about yourself. John and I have worked out our team aspect of this crossing. We are both happy with the situation, and look forward to a great finish!
Cyndi
These, and other similar related questions are the most common questions I am getting right now. I will start by saying this, John and I did stay together at the beginning of the Crossing. I was worried about getting lost, making the correct turns, knowing where I was going, and just taking care of myself, on the road, in general. Over the first week or two, I stayed at his pace, with him, as he taught me everything from how and when to supply my cart, where the turns are, to what our route would be, and basically the "Road rules ". As time went on, we passed through the mountains, the canyon, and it was when we were moving through Arizona, that I started moving ahead each day at my own pace. Then, later in the day, I would stop and wait for him. We would then move to our final location of the day together. Then, as time progressed further, I became more confident. I would walk/run with him in the mornings, and we would discuss what the day with hold. Then I would move forward at my own pace, and meet him at our final location of the day. This included finding camping sites, as well. As time progressed, I stayed with him less and less. I moved along at my own pace during the day, and would meet him at our final location at the end of each day. He and I had an understanding that this was working out well, and we had found our "balance", to be able to maintain our own pace, and meet up at designated places.
This process was working well, until we had a few very long mileage days, and the bad weather hit. John fell behind, and begin getting into towns in the wee morning hours. This, along with the bad weather days, separated us further. We were texting each other, and he was still wanting to go the full mileage each day, even though he was getting in very late. I continued to move forward along our designated schedule, as did he, at his own pace. I did go three days without seeing him, as we passed back-and-forth through motels and towns.
I did see him last night in Pampa, and we decided what our next 2 to 3 days would be like, and what the mileage will be along the way. It may be that we pass back-and-forth in towns, because our pace is so different. I prefer to run, slow jog or fast walk. He prefers some light running, but mostly walking. We both get the miles completed, but just at a different pace and time. We have found our routine, our balance, and our ability to communicate throughout each and every day.
He has taught me how to live on the side of the highway, how to take care of myself, what the road rules are, and continues to be a mentor for me out here. It's working out very well, and I do feel safe.
Most people cross the United States alone. It's easier to only have to take care of yourself, look out for yourself, and worry about yourself. John and I have worked out our team aspect of this crossing. We are both happy with the situation, and look forward to a great finish!
Cyndi
Day 32 - en route to Canadian
Yes, at 5:30, my laundry was "delivered " back to me at my motel room. He brought it back folded, and making sure that he wasn't supposed to dry it. I assured him that was fine, and thanked him again. He asked me to "let my running partner know, when he made it in town, that they will come and do his laundry, as well. No matter what the time of day", he says. They do laundry 24/7. I said, "Will do!". And I would definitely tell John about this!
John did roll into Pampa about 6:15. He had texted me he was at the edge of town, and I gave instructions to him about where our motel was. When I figured he was close, I walked backwards down the highway a short bit, and came upon him. The first thing I did was tell him about the "laundry " option. He, too, wondered how I would have let my only running clothes "out of my site", but I told him I just trusted the process. He decided he would, too.
So John checked in the motel, called "the lady", who sent her husband back over to John. Everyone was thankful! We all appreciated each other, and what the other had to offer. It all worked out nicely.
I will remember this, as this family, will do whatever it takes, for 1.50. Of course, John and I both, (as probably does most people), pay more than that. This family was genuine, in trying to make money for their family. They do a great job, and looking back, their customer service was exceptional. It was just a matter of trusting people.
Now, with my clean running clothes, I will make my way to Canadian. I'll pass through Miami along the way. It will be close to 48 miles. It puts me one day closer to seeing David! He arrives tomorrow afternoon.......somewhere along U.S. 60 around Arnett, OK.
Did you know I'll be half way across the U.S. around Enid, OK? OMGOODNESS!
Enjoy your Saturday,
Cyndi
John did roll into Pampa about 6:15. He had texted me he was at the edge of town, and I gave instructions to him about where our motel was. When I figured he was close, I walked backwards down the highway a short bit, and came upon him. The first thing I did was tell him about the "laundry " option. He, too, wondered how I would have let my only running clothes "out of my site", but I told him I just trusted the process. He decided he would, too.
So John checked in the motel, called "the lady", who sent her husband back over to John. Everyone was thankful! We all appreciated each other, and what the other had to offer. It all worked out nicely.
I will remember this, as this family, will do whatever it takes, for 1.50. Of course, John and I both, (as probably does most people), pay more than that. This family was genuine, in trying to make money for their family. They do a great job, and looking back, their customer service was exceptional. It was just a matter of trusting people.
Now, with my clean running clothes, I will make my way to Canadian. I'll pass through Miami along the way. It will be close to 48 miles. It puts me one day closer to seeing David! He arrives tomorrow afternoon.......somewhere along U.S. 60 around Arnett, OK.
Did you know I'll be half way across the U.S. around Enid, OK? OMGOODNESS!
Enjoy your Saturday,
Cyndi
Friday, May 1, 2015
Day and Night 31 - Pampa
What a interesting day it has been. It was a super short running day, because it was only 30 miles from Panhandle to Pampa. (The next few days will be 40 and up mileage). Along my way here, I had a man (in a pickup truck, of course), stop and ask me the usual question,"I've seen you off and on since Amarillo. What are you doing out here?". I explained the Run Across America to him, as he looked and listened. He was genuinely kind about telling me good luck, and to be careful. I told him I had come from Panhandle, and how much I loved that town. He said that's where he lives, and that he was the County Judge there for 16 years, and recently retired. Such a nice guy! Later in the day, the Judge was heading back in the other direction, honked and waved again. People are just so nice. I have quite a few who honk and wave, and it's the type of communication of "I've seen you, just saying hi!, again". Repeat honkers, I'll call them. My road-supporters.
I made it to the Western Motel, no problem. I checked in, then proceeded to ask about laundry facilities. None here. What? Only over off Hwy70, she says. But, she tells me she can give me the phone number to "a lady" who will come pick my laundry up (from the motel), wash it, and bring it back to me. For $1.50. Hummmmm. I'll have to think about that. As a back story to my "need to wash my clothes", I will tell you this. Today - and yesterday - I am on a stretch of US60 where lots of 18-wheelers, carrying livestock (chickens), are packed in their open-to-air trailers. That means when they drive by, the urine, poop, water from prior rinse-ings are slung on the side of the road. Since I'm on the side of the road......well, you get the idea. I don't even want to lick my lips, or put my hands to my mouth or eyes. It's pretty gross. So, I really need to have my clothes "washed". In my desperation, I call "the lady". She will come to the motel and get my clothes, wash them, then bring them back. They do this for "extra money" because times are tight for their family. Okay, I say, and she'll be there at 3 pm to get my clothes. At 3, her husband shows up, and he's obviously disabled. He takes my clothes, asks if I want the colors sorted, and what to be dried? I can tell they have done this before! I explain it can all go in one load......no drying, I'll hang it up. He volunteers to put it out on their clothes line out back. I kindly decline. I give him 10.00, and he's shocked. He says, "Are you sure?". Absolutely, I say. And thank you, as well.
I can only imagine what your thinking about all this. I'm in Pampa, my running clothes are now at someone else's house. It's odd. It's different. But this is how it is out here. Everyone has a story.
I decide to walk across the street to the "grill" to eat. I'm not sure what they have, but I get there and see quesadilla on the menu! Nice. I order, and the waitress says, "We are out of quesadilla's". I'm not sure how that happens, but it's about time I eat something different anyway. I order the chicken, with rice and veggies. It was delicious! I had Italian cake for dessert, with a cup of coffee. I'm set!
So back to my motel I go. All the way across the street. I'll wait to see what happens with my laundry. I promise I'll keep you posted.
Hygiene Report:
I've already showered, and my laundry is somewhere unbeknownst to me. At least I no longer have side-of-the-road chicken goop on me - yay! Just part of the trek.
Pampa is a decent size town. Most of the "good stuff" is over off of 70. Yet, I have everything I need right here. Tomorrow, I'll wake up early and head toward Canadian. (It will be around 48 miles). Interesting name for a town! I'll go through Miami on the way there. We will see what Saturday has in store for me. I hope your Saturday is a fabulous one! I hear the weather there is nice.
Cyndi
I made it to the Western Motel, no problem. I checked in, then proceeded to ask about laundry facilities. None here. What? Only over off Hwy70, she says. But, she tells me she can give me the phone number to "a lady" who will come pick my laundry up (from the motel), wash it, and bring it back to me. For $1.50. Hummmmm. I'll have to think about that. As a back story to my "need to wash my clothes", I will tell you this. Today - and yesterday - I am on a stretch of US60 where lots of 18-wheelers, carrying livestock (chickens), are packed in their open-to-air trailers. That means when they drive by, the urine, poop, water from prior rinse-ings are slung on the side of the road. Since I'm on the side of the road......well, you get the idea. I don't even want to lick my lips, or put my hands to my mouth or eyes. It's pretty gross. So, I really need to have my clothes "washed". In my desperation, I call "the lady". She will come to the motel and get my clothes, wash them, then bring them back. They do this for "extra money" because times are tight for their family. Okay, I say, and she'll be there at 3 pm to get my clothes. At 3, her husband shows up, and he's obviously disabled. He takes my clothes, asks if I want the colors sorted, and what to be dried? I can tell they have done this before! I explain it can all go in one load......no drying, I'll hang it up. He volunteers to put it out on their clothes line out back. I kindly decline. I give him 10.00, and he's shocked. He says, "Are you sure?". Absolutely, I say. And thank you, as well.
I can only imagine what your thinking about all this. I'm in Pampa, my running clothes are now at someone else's house. It's odd. It's different. But this is how it is out here. Everyone has a story.
I decide to walk across the street to the "grill" to eat. I'm not sure what they have, but I get there and see quesadilla on the menu! Nice. I order, and the waitress says, "We are out of quesadilla's". I'm not sure how that happens, but it's about time I eat something different anyway. I order the chicken, with rice and veggies. It was delicious! I had Italian cake for dessert, with a cup of coffee. I'm set!
So back to my motel I go. All the way across the street. I'll wait to see what happens with my laundry. I promise I'll keep you posted.
Hygiene Report:
I've already showered, and my laundry is somewhere unbeknownst to me. At least I no longer have side-of-the-road chicken goop on me - yay! Just part of the trek.
Pampa is a decent size town. Most of the "good stuff" is over off of 70. Yet, I have everything I need right here. Tomorrow, I'll wake up early and head toward Canadian. (It will be around 48 miles). Interesting name for a town! I'll go through Miami on the way there. We will see what Saturday has in store for me. I hope your Saturday is a fabulous one! I hear the weather there is nice.
Cyndi
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