Well, spring has arrived on the east coast of the United States. I'm happy to report that today represents the longest single day of walking since I injured my foot with just under eight miles completed on the exercise circuit. I could have done without the snow.
My whine about the snow notwithstanding, today was a pretty good day on the walking front. In addition to the continuation of recovery from injury, Rory and I may have identified our first disciple on this pilgrimage. He's and acquaintance of mine that shares a penchant for rash decision making, and after a particularly frustrating day at work with one of the better know non-profits he declared to his boss that he was bound and determined to walk across the United States as an awareness and fundraising campaign.
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| Gray Skies Over Spa Creek on the First Day of Spring |
He later admitted that it was an act of escapism really, but that didn't sound as good when spoken at a high volume in his senior's office. This initial decision sounds eerily familiar the the emoting that landed me in the current predicament, so I suggested that he start training. Like my initial assumptions, he has what is probably an overly high opinion of the number of miles per day and how many days in a row he can put those miles down on the trail.
I've found there's really only one cure for this sort of thing. The cure is to start to walk. You'll either convince yourself that you're crazy, or you'll find what you've been looking to see for a long time. For me it was the latter.
Even though he's probably as crazy as Rory and me, it feels good to have a potential partner. With only one, things are lonely. With a partner, things are tolerable. Three...now, three is a coalition, and who knows what will happen when a coalition's ideas begin to acquire a tangible form. We'll see tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it.
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