Crossing Under the Sea!
Daily miles: 32.79 | Total miles: 10,060.75
I woke up at 6 a.m. after some much-needed sleep — still tired, but rested enough to keep moving. Before heading out, I caught up on a few administrative tasks I hadn’t managed the night before, had my coffee, packed up, and ate a quick breakfast. By 7:30 a.m., I was on my way again.
Leaving Asa, I maneuvered back onto Route 2. The morning began with a nice, wide sidewalk, a steady climb, and then the first tunnel of the day. I followed a small side road parallel to the main route, running past fields, small towns, and yet another series of river crossings, the ocean always glimmering in the distance.
Around the halfway point came one of today’s highlights: the Kanmon Bridge — a huge expressway connecting Honshu and Kyushu — and beneath it, the famous Kanmon Roadway Tunnel. Built in 1958, it was once the longest undersea highway tunnel in the world. Just below it runs a separate pedestrian passage that connects the two islands — and that’s the one I took!
I had to pay 20 Yen for my buggy (but I could pass for free). The attendant, Butsuen, noticed my excitement about running “under the sea,” and we had a lovely short chat. Just before I took the elevator down, he came out of his office, called “Andrea!” and handed me a cold tea. Such a small gesture, but it warmed my heart.
Running through the tunnel was incredible — cool air, echoes, and the realization that I was literally running between islands beneath the ocean. When I reached the other side, I took the elevator up, stepped into Kyushu, and smiled. Another milestone crossed.
The second half of the day was harder. My body felt the strain — my legs heavy, my energy fading at times. But then came the magic that always finds me on the road: people’s kindness, smiles, small moments of connection. The love and encouragement I receive here remind me how universal compassion is — it truly bridges every difference.
Entering Kitakyushu felt overwhelming — the city is huge, with a sprawling, complex transport system. At one point, I looked at yet another ferris wheel and wondered why there are so many in Japan. Maybe it’s to escape the chaos of the streets and take in a calmer view from above.
The final stretch was full of ups and downs, literally and emotionally. As the sun began to set, I picked up some food and pushed through those last few miles, arriving at my hotel tired, grateful, and happy.
Over 32 miles today — hard-earned, beautiful, and unforgettable.
Tomorrow, I’ll run to Fukuoka — the final stop on my Japan leg.
Let’s go together, Andrea