I didn't wake up in time to say goodbye to Lane and Heidi before they left for work. After getting set up for the day I locked up the house and started walking on Poe Road through the north side of town. I started the run in earnest after a good mile plus warm walk that passed the BGSU campus and crossed the interstate. It was a cool day in the mid-40s with misting rain throughout.
After a couple of winding turns to get around small rivers, I got onto the county road that would take me into the outskirts of Fremont. Near one of the several small communities along the road, I was given two homemade banana blueberry muffins by a passing motorist. The run went pretty smoothly with no nagging injuries or any other sort of hang-ups. I've got to say that Ohio drivers have actually been some of the best in the US thus far.
On the west side of Fremont, after getting onto my good ol' friend Highway 20 which I haven't seen since Iowa, I checked into the cheapest motel of the entire trip-the Old Orchard Motel. It was right across the street from the start of the bike path that would take me into Norwalk tomorrow.
After getting cleaned up and situated, I walked to the Big Boy diner a few blocks down through the start of a downpour. I was lucky I started the run an hour earlier than usual as the weather turned bad very quickly. While devouring dinner, the monsoon picked up dramatically and the first close lightning strikes since western Iowa appeared. I went back to the motel to relax and try to do some route planning without the convenience of internet.
After a couple of winding turns to get around small rivers, I got onto the county road that would take me into the outskirts of Fremont. Near one of the several small communities along the road, I was given two homemade banana blueberry muffins by a passing motorist. The run went pretty smoothly with no nagging injuries or any other sort of hang-ups. I've got to say that Ohio drivers have actually been some of the best in the US thus far.
On the west side of Fremont, after getting onto my good ol' friend Highway 20 which I haven't seen since Iowa, I checked into the cheapest motel of the entire trip-the Old Orchard Motel. It was right across the street from the start of the bike path that would take me into Norwalk tomorrow.
After getting cleaned up and situated, I walked to the Big Boy diner a few blocks down through the start of a downpour. I was lucky I started the run an hour earlier than usual as the weather turned bad very quickly. While devouring dinner, the monsoon picked up dramatically and the first close lightning strikes since western Iowa appeared. I went back to the motel to relax and try to do some route planning without the convenience of internet.
I'm pretty popular with dairy cows
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