Finding Calm on the Road

Today began with granola and milk for breakfast, a simple but satisfying start. After packing up my things and closing the hotel door behind me, I felt that familiar nervousness creeping in. Even after 84 days of running, mornings still get to me sometimes. I think today’s nerves were mostly because I'd be running along the highway all day. Staying focused, alert, and unsure where I’d stop made me uneasy. Plus, those lingering "what if" thoughts always seem louder in the mornings. But I’ve learned that once I start running, things settle down, my thoughts clear, and those fears usually fade away.

Crossing the road to get back on Highway 231, the traffic was already moving steadily. It always takes a little time to adjust and feel comfortable with vehicles speeding past. Trucks, cars, and motorcycles rushing by — some drivers clearly less than thrilled to share the road. Each day, a few let me know they’re not happy about slowing down or switching lanes. Honks, sudden accelerations, or passing a bit too close are all part of it.

As a former car mechanic who loves driving, I understand the frustration. Most drivers don’t want to lose time, and I get that. But I remind myself that these moments are just seconds in their lives. I’m convinced if more people thought about time in that way, they’d probably feel less irritated and more willing to slow down, even just briefly, for someone like me.

For that reason, I want to say thank you to the drivers, bikers, and pedestrians who make those small adjustments for my safety. Even if it costs you a few seconds, I really appreciate it.

Today’s stretch of Highway 231 was long and straight, with fewer hills than yesterday. The scenery was mostly farmland, trees, and patches of swamp and river areas. Because of the traffic, I didn’t stop much for photos — only for the essentials like water, food, and bathroom breaks.

It was humid again today, making me sweat and crave water constantly. I try to push through those thirsty moments for as long as I can, but when I finally stop and drink, wow — water tastes like pure gold.

The police stopped to check in on me three times today, all friendly officers ensuring I was safe. They shared their concerns, took my information, and just wanted to make sure I was looked after. It’s reassuring to know people are looking out for me. Thanks to all of them.

Five miles before my motel stop, I paused at a gas station. A couple from Michigan noticed my buggy and asked about my journey. They were so excited to hear about what I’m doing — a nice moment of connection after a mostly solitary day.

Once I reached the motel, the evening routine followed: a shower to rinse off the layers of sweat, food, water, and a little time to relax before tackling my evening tasks.

Tomorrow, I’ll run into Montgomery, Alabama. No doubt I’ll wake up feeling nervous again, but if today taught me anything, it’s that those nerves will fade once I hit the road. One step at a time, I’ll keep moving forward.

See you tomorrow. Take care.