Sunburn

So my adventure is over. I made it. 64.2 miles in two days. 41.7 the first day and 22.5 the second day (according to google maps). I looked an awful lot like a homeless person in gym shorts. My feet hurt and my legs are very sunburned. Very sunburned. VERY.

The Trek

So, one of my major goals for this summer was to make an incredible journey from whre I live now to my parents house about 70 miles away... on foot. This is true, I will be leaving on friday the 11th of May and arriving sometime on the 12th. CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY. That's what people keep telling me anyway. I can't believe the number of people who think that some sort of bodily harm is going to come to me, I mean it's not like I will be walking in the middle of the highway wearing a blindfold (although that could get intereseting) I am just going to be taking less traveled streets the whole way. And it won't exactly be through rough neighborhoods either, I will probably be more in danger of being invited to family diner in suburbia than of being shot in the head and having my brains drip down my face and tasting my own brains right before I die.

All this week I have been so excited to go on this adventure but then I kind of hurt my knee dancing and now I am less excited. I am still going though. I leave tomorrow. Wish me luck. Or don't, I don't care, I'll just sneak into your room at night and...

Last meal

If you were about to be executed, what would you request as a last meal?

I would ask for a ceaser salad with crutons and feta cheese, homemade rolls, some raspberries, a large vegetarian pizza (with artichoke), 6 strips of bacon, fettuccine alfredo with chicken, some sauteed mushrooms, a spicey McChicken sandwich, 3 sausage patties, 3 pieces of french toast, a gallon of eggnog, 12 boiled eggs (in the spirit of Joey Lawrence), a chicken chimichanga, a whole watermelon, 3 filet mignons, a cut of dog (hell, I'm about to die, why not?), a baked potato with chili and sour cream, porcupine meatballs in gravy like my mom makes, a glass of O.J., and a little lamb. I think I would just take a bite of everything and waste the rest just to spite whoever was about to execute me. Exept for the porcupine meatballs in gravy, I would eat all of those. Also, I would request a fish burrito from Molcha Salsa, and some orange chicken. Oh and a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips... and a bottle of grape juice... and a number 6 from Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles... and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich... with banana... and Paris Hilton.