Running with the saints: day 4

This choppy day’s entry feels a little like my day.

Cle[a]r and warm—Last night dark and rainy: camp called out in the night to bring in Guard <cattle> which had escaped the Guard: Camp broke up at 8½ a[.]m. e[x]cept one wag. (Barzee) delayed by his cow—In camp at 3.P.M. last wag. 3—North Bend—water from the Platte, weeds for wood—a horse of Mr. Wilcox’s strayed from the gang and gave him a journey back of about 10 mi. Copious dew—roads badly cut up –

My day was choppy too. I recorded the distance for this day in my spreadsheet as 10 miles. Now that I reread this, I’m not entirely sure that is the distance. Looks like poor Mr. Wilcox spent 10 miles in tracking down a stray horse.

I didn’t have time in my schedule today to do one continuous run. I got up early and jumped on the hotel treadmill for 11 kilometers. After a long day of meetings and a heavy dinner meeting, I came back for another 5k on the treadmill. Have I mentioned my dislike for the treadmill?

I’ve got two 16 mile (26k) days coming up. These saints are relentless. It is time for me to get some sleep.

Catch up:

• Lakeland Circuit Review: Gorgeous, Gritty, and Worth It
• Running with the saints: days 56 to 73 and the end
• Canadian Death Race: enduring the suck with joy
• Running with the saints: days 52 to 55
• Running with the saints: days 41 to 51