Figured I’d send in an early post. I’m sitting here in Weedsport at the Speedway. I found a quiet spot (ironically) in the bleachers to reflect. Yes there will be some pictures but you have to digest my contemplation first. Unless you scroll down.
It sank in today that it’s day five of this. This adventure, journey, experience…whatever you want to call it. Tomorrow is the last day that will both begin and end in a tent. All of a sudden it’s almost behind me. Months of expectation and fundraising passes in the blink of an eye. I know the money raised will hopefully help people for years to come. And about the money….I had a thought when I was fighting my way up a hill in the pouring rain. If anyone offered ME the same amount of money I raised to do this journey I wouldn’t even consider it. Not for a heartbeat. But not a dollar went into my pocket out of what was raised and it feels tremendous to say that. As I’ve said numerous times, every mile is for the people that gave whatever they could.
Of course the two recaps of where I went today. Garmin. Relive
