39 Miles, A Day of Beauty and Kindness

After a late night editing my latest YouTube video, I woke up early, still feeling the weight of fatigue. I packed most of my gear before heading down for breakfast. Now, I know hotel breakfasts aren’t always the best fuel for a long run, but since it was included, I figured why not? Bagels, waffles, coffee—check! I even grabbed some extra food for the road, as I always do. Then it was time to set off.

Just a quick turn, and I was right back on Road 207, the stretch I would follow for the next 19 miles. Right from the start, I felt incredible—full of energy and excitement to take on nearly 40 miles. The weather was pleasant, and the road conditions were excellent. A bike path ran parallel to the road most of the way, but I was hesitant at first. I’ve had mixed experiences with cycle paths before. However, this one was well-maintained and completely empty—I had it all to myself. Just me, my thoughts, and the open road.

At times, it got a little lonely and repetitive, but that’s part of this journey—pushing forward, keeping the focus, and getting the miles done. Around the halfway mark, I stopped at a gas station to stock up on water. I always get anxious if I don’t have enough, so I grabbed a gallon and refilled my bottles before moving on.

The path led me through beautiful green tunnels, shaded by oak trees, palm trees, and hanging lichen. It was like stepping into another world—one I’d never quite experienced before. After crossing a bridge, I decided to take the cycle path, even if it added a few extra miles, since it followed the Old Gainesville Highway. Shortly after leaving the waterfront, I came across an old historic house and had to stop for a photo.

I introduced myself to an elderly man sitting outside, and soon his wife joined us. Katie and Paul, both in their 80s, welcomed me with warm smiles and even a hug. Moments like this remind me why I love what I do—the connection, the kindness, the unexpected friendships along the way. Just as I was about to leave, a big truck pulled up. The driver was someone who had earlier asked me about my buggy. He wanted a business card or some information to look me up. And that’s when the magic happened.

The next thing I knew, Chief and Leigh—two incredibly kind and generous souls—offered to pick me up in Interlachen and take me to Melrose, where I could sleep on a boat. A boat! I couldn't stop thinking about it after they mentioned it. Chief, a Navy veteran with 26 years of service, had such a welcoming presence that I instantly felt at ease.

With 18 miles still to go, I pushed forward. The first part of the stretch was stunning, with towering trees, bursts of pink flowers, and the lake shimmering just behind. Then, suddenly, the road turned to sand. At first, I thought I’d have to endure 12 miles of this, but thankfully, after about 6 miles, it transitioned back to asphalt. Still, those 6 miles were brutal—pushing the buggy through soft sand is an entirely different level of exhaustion.

As I neared my destination, I was running on empty. But I reminded myself—once I arrived, everything would be fine. And sure enough, I made it to downtown Interlachen and called Chief. Would his offer still stand? Would he answer? Could I really sleep on a boat?

Of course, he picked up—completely relaxed and unfazed. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes,” he said. That was it. And just like that, I was smiling from ear to ear.

Right on time, Chief and Leigh arrived, and we drove to Melrose, passing through gorgeous landscapes along the way. When we arrived, I took a much-needed shower and was gifted homemade soap that Chief makes himself. Now, as I sit here writing this blog, we’re about to head out for dinner together. I already know I’ll never be able to thank them enough for their kindness.

Two days of running in Florida, and I had no idea what to expect. But what I’ve found so far? Incredible people, breathtaking scenery, and a warmth that makes the miles feel lighter.

Tomorrow is another day. Another adventure. See you then.