Thursday, September 25, 2008

Wilmington, DE 9-25

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 . . .

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Philly II: Cheesesteaks for all 9-24-08

I wasn't planning on blogging tonight.  I'm tired and hurt and I have to start early tomorrow to make sure I can get to my next couchsurf in case I hurt still.  I wasn't planning on blogging, but I got online and checked my email, and maybe it is my depleted physical being or the fear that no one would care about what I'm doing, and was overwhelmed to feel reached out to by people.

The comments about my blog are possibly the most wonderful reward that I could personally be given.  It fills me up with emotion when I hear that someone has connected with me, what I am doing or something I wrote.  There's always been a part of me that I felt wasn't understood, and to know that that part which drives me now is striking a chord with people is having a profound effect on me and for the first time maybe I feel small and humbled.  I'm not a humble man, but these things that people are giving me do make me feel small in the best way possible.

And of course, there are donations.  They are coming in and another fear is washing away.  I am glad to be bringing awareness to an issue, but to raise some funds to actually do something about it is the real point.  And they are coming from people I don't know, it is surprising and nourishing to me that a parent of one of the children from the New York class I met, both donated and sent a personal email to me.  I never expected it, and I only hope that I can live up to everything that everyone is giving.  

Thank you everyone for keeping me going and lending meaning to my actions that I alone could not give them.  I may not change the world but it is definitely changing me.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Philadelphia, PA 9-22-08

Miles since last blog: 29.7

Phinally in Philly, Phenomonal.  Good couch, good food, good people, bad muscles.  More tomorrow (when my muscles and general energy level are better).  

***

Tomorrow.  One of the reasons, one of the dozens of reasons, I am doing this whole thing, is completely selfish.  It wasn't even an original reason, but it is quickly moving up the list of motivations.  This trip is restoring my faith in mankind a bit, and with it a connection to people that I had nearly entirely lost.  

It's not just that people are helpful, it's that they are so different and yet so many times you slip into short yet incredibly comfortable relationships where each person gleans bits of wisdom and new points of views from each other.  I have a friend who believes that everyone has something has something to teach you.  If that's true, then doing something like this helps some people give freely, and helps attract to you people with a lot to give.

I am couchsurfing with an amazing girl who plays guitar and banjo and sings with an amazing voice, but don't take my word for it.  Check out papertrees on myspace.  She is a vegan in the music industry, certainly I have now ranged the left-right gamut.  And the nice thing is, that I am struck in awe by these people, which simply didn't happen to me that often before this experience.  

Probably, the best thing I learned in survival school was no something they even intended to teach me.  Looking at 1 to 5 years on the road alone (I have more plans after the USA) my greatest fear was the loneliness.  But in the scant two weeks with 11 amazing people I learned that if I was open to the moment I didn't need a house to have a home, and I didn't need someone I've know forever to find in someone an old friend.

So when I meet these amazing people, my connection with the world is restored, and in a few hours I've made an old friend that I'll miss when I'm gone, and I don't feel so lonely.  

I'll live in my moments, whatever comes.  Especially if it's toast and bananas.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Morrisville, PA 9-21-08

Miles since last blog: 33.3

That's right, another day, another state, gotta love these tiny East Coast states for making you feel like you are accomplishing something.  

So sleeping at the police station was interesting, which was great and bad.  It would probably have been better if it wasn't a Saturday night, but as it was there was something going on with fair consistency until about 2:30 a.m.  Still, it was warm and inside.  I slept about 5 hours which is still pretty ok, especially compared to outside sleeping.  Other than that, it was great.  They were extremely nice.  I woke up to a donation from the guys on duty, a lunch bought for me by a local diner and morning breakfast and conversation with an officer.  All in all, one of my best mornings on the trip for sure.  There was even another guy sleeping there after he missed his bus, his name was Dre and we got to talk a while too before I left.

Then, walking.  What more to say?  My feet hurt now.  There are blisters on every toe of my left foot.  Oddly enough my right foot is completely fine.  C'est la vie.  Well, I still am not sure where I am sleeping tonight, so I had better be off soon.  Looking forward to a nice couch tomorrow.  Mmmmmm, couchsurfing.

***

Update:  Slept in a grove of trees behind the Burger King I ate at.  The sleeping bag and ponchos are awesome.  Thanks all.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Middlesex, NJ 9-20-08

Miles since last blog 30.5 (plus lost walking)

I'm at the police station, sleeping (soon hopefully) in the lobby on a blanket in the corner.  Not arrested, don't worry, just indoors and near a bathroom.  Woo hoo!

I got lost today which always takes a lot out of me.  It turns out that although my navigator was right about being able to walk over some bridges (albeit some were so narrow I had to take apart my gear and transport it piece by piece), it was wrong about there being sidewalks on either side.  Which was more or less a big problem since it was a highway.  I can't imagine what they were thinking.  Are the sidewalks for people who have fears of going over bridges in cars only?  "Okay Bob, we'll let you out here, see you on the other side."  The planning mystifies me.  

Nonetheless, I made my goal stopping point tonight even if I did walk extra hours to do it.  Biyahhh!

Friday, September 19, 2008

Jersey City, NJ 9-19-08

Miles since last blog:  23.9

I finally escaped NY, although it wasn't nearly as dramatic as when Kurt Russell did it.  I even have my banner, that combined with the fact that a team in Britain is attempting the world record distance for the three-legged race, leads me into tonight's diatribe:  Politics.  

I've been trying to avoid it, but it has been on my mind a lot lately and today forces my hand.

Politics have gotten out of hand.  You know this whichever side you are on, but what's different is this:  It's your fault.  No, it's not the Democrats. No, It's not the Republicans either.  No, it is most definitely not Ralph Nader.  Now, as a warning, this my get long and a bit preachy, but I'll try to infuse some humor and lots of unreasonable tangents to keep it entertaining.  (For those of you not wanting to read this, skip down to ***)

The reason politics is so screwed up is because we no longer have parties, we have teams, which play against each other.  And whichever team you're on, you cheer when your team talks good trash or the other team screws up and you laugh at them.  Go team.

Except, they were meant to be parties.  We've turned politics into a tug-o-war with our government and country as the rope, being pulled back and forth and fraying going over the center line again and again.  Sure, this is really, the politicians doing this, but 
we are the ones cheering and buying the box seats.  If we didn't support this kind of behavior, they wouldn't do it.  That's the nature of elected office.  Honestly, when you see the candidates slinging at the other party doesn't it make you a little ashamed?  Who cares if they may even be right, shouldn't we expect more from the leaders of the free world than low blows?

Whichever side you're on, you probably think half the country is filled with idiots, and you're probably right no matter what side you're on.  It's just that half of the total idiot populace agrees with you.  

Politics shouldn't be a tug-o-war.  It should on the other hand be a three-legged race.  Two parties not quite working in concert, but both trying towards similar goals, even if they don't always agree.  That's politics as it should be!  Right now politics is sadly more like the TV show "Gossip Girl" which I hear is fascinating or revolting (like politics).

So that's the three-legged race part, GO Brits!  (I have my own record attempt up for review so let's all be supportive).  Now for the banner tangent and the real reason for all of this.

Today being the first day I have my banner, I went through highs and lows with it.  The low, walking through NYC in a heavily populated area for 2 hours with not so much as a question about my charity.  Finally a man with a class of students asked me about it and told the kids to listen because this was something really cool.  I couldn't stop smiling, still in 3 hours in Manhattan, no donations, not even a real prospect.  

Almost immediately after I got into New Jersey a man on a bike stopped me and gave me $5 before even knowing why I was walking, just because he respected the deed.  He refused a receipt and rode off, but not before I gave him one of my new cards.  

About an hour later he called me and asked me about my gear, did I have a tent?  No.  How about cooking?  Cooking, . . . no.  He said to keep walking and he'd find me in an hour or so.  True to his word he called a few times over the next two hours to check where I was and where I was going and actually got close and said to wait, he was bringing me things but to be careful because the people in the area didn't like "people like us."

I didn't know him from Adam, I didn't know his politics or anything and although this comment was a small red flag in my head, I also know that while many people would be upset by the phrasing of this, they would also tell me to be careful going through certain areas and say things like, "Oh, I wouldn't go through there."  Take these things into consideration before judgement.

He arrived and said, "watch out around here, they don't like us because of this,"  he was patting the skin on his arm.  I'd like to make clear right now, that I have been warned now about a lot of areas, largely by friends and relatives who for the record are liberal like me.  Aside from very few others, I am the only one I know of who has spent any time in these areas other than when lost, and in the words of a friend recently lost in LA, "Compton isn't nearly as dangerous as Dr. Dre lead me to believe."  In other words, there is nothing to fear except fear itself.  I think one of my friends said that too ;)

We continued.  He had a car full of things for me, I could see it in the back window.  My first thought was, "Oh god, no, there is no way I can take all this stuff and carry it.  I just cut the weight I was pushing down."  

The list goes like this:

A military cocoon sleeping bag, heavy, bulky, amazingly useful and warm.  Reluctantly I agreed, this is something that will be great with winter coming, and it's better than buying it later with money that could go to charity.

A one man tent.  Again, I agreed for the same reasons even though I had something, this was too good to pass up on the chance I would need it later.  The rest went similarly,

A lightweight camp stove
6 pepsi cans
A vitamin water with a special top you can use with just one hand
2 rolls of toilet paper, which I eventually gave back for space
Toothpaste
A bar of soap, which I had been dreaming of, why does everyone use gels now?
A packet of lunch meat, eaten immediately
A bag of pretzels
2 peaches
2 chocolate bunnies
Camp cook and eatware
A sleeping pad
A bicycle, he offered later, I turned this down
maybe more?

Every once in a while he would stop and say, "I don't know what else I can do?"  There was probably a correct response to this situation, but I think I usually just stood there or thanked him again, neither of which was probably the correct answer.

"I'm one of those good republicans," he offered.  "I look at you and I know you must be a little left of center, but I see you're doing something.  Most people (on the left) just talk a lot, but you are out there practicing what you preach and that's worth something."  I actually tend to agree with this even as a liberal myself.

"I'm an old warrior," he said again.  I, being a Californian who was raised in a liberal town with liberal friends and relatives, found him an alien type of creature.  Not in a negative sense, just not something I was used to, he was like a character that I would see a friend do, but I liked him despite our disagreements and some of the things he said.  He talked about lots of old warrior type of stuff, though he said he was never in the military.

Yes, we saw things very differently.  Yes, his political views were very different from mine.  We both knew that.  Still, he kept saying amongst many other things, "Education is the key to success," and things like that.  We found common ground.  Once more, I imagine he saw in me something someone was doing that was worthy of dreaming of.  "I hope you realize when you accept money or things from people that they are helping you because there is a part of them that wish they could go with you."

Even more, I found in him many things that I would aspire to be someday.  I am trying to do something good, but if I really dig I don't know that if I saw someone on the street with a banner that I would do everything he did.  He gave and gave and seemed almost self-chastising when he didn't know what else to give.  He went a place he was uncomfortable to help a person he didn't agree with.  For all of what many of 'my people' would call misperceptions and wrong ideas, this man has a great heart.  I have met no one that took it to heart greater that I finish and be successful, most people like it and want me to succeed, but this was something more.

For the record, he is the only total stranger that has contributed.  For the record, what he gave me tallies up to be far more sizable than any donations I have received (aside from places to stay), it actually probably exceeds that of my entire family and friends at this point.

"Wherever you are someone knows, there's always an old warrior around," he said.  "I'm not a religious man, I mean I don't go to church but I consider myself one of Jesus' soldiers.  I see people or things and I know I have a mission, and I always complete it.  I think there's a reason we met today.  I don't know what it is, but things had to line up just right to run across you.  I dragged my heels today."  I have heard this before from religious people on my walk.  Things were meant to be.  I'm a skeptic by nature and I am not religious, but maybe for them I was supposed to meet them.  He looked up at the sky and yelled, "Is that it Lord?  Have I done enough?  What else should I do?"  In my world to now, he is an alien, but I liked him.

Maybe I'll meet you someday, and by then I'll be (or at least feel) like an old warrior.  And if you agree with me, you can say, "Let's try a three-legged race."

***

Shortly after this I met a man who was fascinated with my carrier.  He had lost his license and kept fist pounding me and saying, "I like your style."  He told me to stay away from smoking, gesturing at the cigarette in his hand, and drugs and that he was once the 17th best cross country runner in all of New Jersey.  We walked away in opposite directions and he startled some kids by yelling out, "I like you, I like your style.  You keep going!"

Other high and low-lights:

+New shoes
-New shoe blisters
+A great shower
+I used both the banner and cards today multiple times
-I was hassled by the NYPD for . . . I'm not sure, loitering?
+I'm couchsurfing with really cool guys and had good Indian food for dinner
+It's bedtime

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Queens V: The City that wouldn't Die

I hate "One Day Air," I am now on my third day of waiting for my package, a banner which will hopefully distinguish me from other crazy road people.  It is 7:15 p.m. now which means it will not likely come until the fourth day by which I will be gone.  There is a part of me that argues, "you've waited this long and it will be here tomorrow, just stay another day.  What'll it hurt?"  

Then the rest of my brain says, "shut up, you're an idiot and we listened to you yesterday, which makes us idiots and we don't like that.  Tomorrow, we aren't listening to you, even if it makes us even bigger idiots."

Mmmmm, it reminds me of politics, but I won't go into that.  My friend Mimi who I am staying with says she'll mail it forward anyway.  To where?  I don't know, who cares, I need to move.

Booooooooorn Freeeeeeee!  As free as the wind blows . . . 

That's the song I'll be singing on the road tomorrow.  So if you see a guy singing that song and pushing a cart in NY, he may not be crazy, he could be a charity worker.  

Or perhaps in honor of my new shoes, 

These boots were made for walking 
and that's just what they'll do . . . except I'll have to change the lyrics for accuracy to

These shoes were made for running
But instead they're gonna walk

Again, I digress.  Nevertheless, these are important things to consider if you have recently run your ipod through the washing machine.  

I am my own sound system, and

Sound systems gonna pick me back up, ya
One thing that I can depend on . . .