I originally was planning on heading to Black Moshannon State Park to camp for the night which would have split the two days to State College pretty evenly. My sickness ruined these plans and today became simply about making a run to State College possible the next day.
As I left the room for the first time at 10:45 I met a cyclist who was riding from Canada to Florida who had stayed in the same motel last night. He complained about his late start and how the weather has been pretty crummy for him. He was a former swimmer at Auburn and told me "you're welcome" for Auburn beating the ducks a few years ago in the football national championship.
I checked out and started my walk thankful that the skies were starting to clear up. I still felt miserable though. I hadn't eaten any breakfast, and I had very little confidence that anything I ate would stay down. The orange juice I got at a gas station two miles in confirmed these fears. Soon the slow pace of the walking became unbareable as it felt like it was taking forever. I just wanted to get to a bed and fall asleep. Running was the only way to speed things up, but after a mile, throwing up again ruined those plans.
I eventually got to the Best Travel Inn a couple of miles from the main part of town and slept for a couple of hours. I felt a lot better after this and was actually able to eat a meal of breakfast for dinner at the diner across the street. As the night went on, I started to recover more and more and making it to State College tomorrow seemed like a certainty.
As I left the room for the first time at 10:45 I met a cyclist who was riding from Canada to Florida who had stayed in the same motel last night. He complained about his late start and how the weather has been pretty crummy for him. He was a former swimmer at Auburn and told me "you're welcome" for Auburn beating the ducks a few years ago in the football national championship.
I checked out and started my walk thankful that the skies were starting to clear up. I still felt miserable though. I hadn't eaten any breakfast, and I had very little confidence that anything I ate would stay down. The orange juice I got at a gas station two miles in confirmed these fears. Soon the slow pace of the walking became unbareable as it felt like it was taking forever. I just wanted to get to a bed and fall asleep. Running was the only way to speed things up, but after a mile, throwing up again ruined those plans.
I eventually got to the Best Travel Inn a couple of miles from the main part of town and slept for a couple of hours. I felt a lot better after this and was actually able to eat a meal of breakfast for dinner at the diner across the street. As the night went on, I started to recover more and more and making it to State College tomorrow seemed like a certainty.
Photo from yesterday-I was too sick to bother with pics today
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