Miles since last blog: 29.9
Texas school of Medicine as I know it has one remedy for everything:
"Walk it off."
Wind knocked out of you? Walk it off.
Asthma attack? Walk it off.
Cancer? Walk it off.
Hurt leg? Walk it off.
So today, that's what I did. The first 16 miles were swell, but shortly after that my leg muscle which kept me an extra day in Philly tried again to assert itself through mutiny. But I would have none of it, or rather, I would have some of it. I did schedule into my day a break for pain, which coincided nicely with rain and lunch, but I still hit my goal for the day. Also to be perfectly honest, I enjoyed the extra day in Philly and miss my new friend, so the leg didn't do that much damage.
Tomorrow I have a slightly more difficult choice. Do I try for a long day to have a place to sleep and get back on schedule (which no one cares about but a tiny psychotic portion of my brain), or do I go a relatively short 25 mile day and camp in the rain? Still trying to decide, I suppose the point is moot if I don't get a response on Couchsurfing. Nevertheless, I need to decide when to set my alarm clock now because I am fading fast from a delicious pie and sausage induced coma. Thank you couchsurfing, and awesome family who gave me my own room. Now I can sleep just as soon as I finish this bl . . .