Autumn Light, Human Moments, and a Long Climb Ahead

Daily miles 34.94 | Total miles 9911.59

I got up at 5:30 a.m., trying to be as quiet as possible while making coffee and packing up. Just before 7, I was ready to run. It was a cool autumn morning — the moon still shining in a soft blue sky above trees painted in warm autumn colors. After a few steps, I warmed up enough to take off my jacket and settle into the rhythm of the day.

I ran through the small alleys of Matsunaga and then joined Highway 55 toward Mihara. Somewhere along the way, a young man on a bicycle passed me, then turned around and came to ask what I was doing. His name was Go. Encounters like this are rare, so I really appreciated it. I showed him my map and explained the run. He seemed genuinely fascinated and told me he was heading to the library. Thank you, Go — your curiosity and kindness made me smile.

In Mihara, I came across the Mihara Ukishiro Festival — colorful, lively, and full of good smells. Food stands lined the street, and by the main BBQ stall, I met Barbora from Slovakia and Albert from Brazil. It felt so international to have that short exchange surrounded by grilled meat and laughter. Nearby, I paused briefly to watch part of a tea ceremony — graceful, quiet, and precise. Many people were dressed in traditional clothing, which gave the whole scene a timeless feeling.

Then I met Bunshiro, who approached me to ask about my buggy. We chatted for a bit, and he told me about a samurai procession that would take place later — 50 people dressed in armor, marching through the castle town. I would’ve loved to see it, but I still had many miles to cover.

The road led me past rivers and beautiful fields — all different colors and textures — with warm sunshine, soft hills, and mountains in layered shades of gray and green. The last stretch included a steep climb with little to no shoulder. It was tough, and I could feel every step in my legs. I kept thinking about the moment I could finally relax. But of course, what goes up must come down — and eventually, it did.

Today, many farmers were burning parts of their fields, so the smoke in the air wasn’t ideal for running. Still, about four miles before Higashihiroshima, I could see the city in the distance. The downhill toward it felt good — controlled, smooth, and relieving.

A mile before my hotel, I stopped for some food, then navigated through the city for the final stretch. My room is on the 4th floor, the microwave on the 2nd. After a shower and a bowl of noodles for dinner, I’m ready to close my eyes.

Thanks for checking in — and for being part of this journey.

See you tomorrow, Andrea