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With a few exceptions, every volstater is having the following thoughts flow through their mind this morning…. “I need to make miles, I need to eat, I need to sleep, MY FEET HURT, OH GOD, THERE’S THE SUN AGAIN! THIS….IS…..MY LIFE.” Three days. At this point, the road feels like all they’ve ever known. The Ferry ride was eons ago, and The Rock is still light years away. All they have is the comfort of Read more…

out here in the great plains i eagerly await daylight so i can read the update without stopping. hang tough when times are hard vol staters you have more in you than you think. you came here to find it… you won’t find it on the meat wagon. laz

As the days roll by, and the sun beats down on the volstaters, patterns begin to emerge. Looking at the tracking sheet, we see each runner’s pattern. Do they move well in the daytime, or more at night? Do they stay with other runners in a pair or group, or do they check-in alone? There are natural patterns that emerge due to the nature of the course (locations of hotels have a strong influence on Read more…

The second full day on the open road was not kind to our intrepid wanderers. Burned soles (and souls) are threatening to fill up a meat wagon bus to The Rock this morning. Blisters and Pain are the main culprits. Not blisters, actually, but BLISTERS. The volstate blister, left growing too long due to light headed brain fog in the heat, can easily cover the entire ball of the foot. It’s an excruciating experience that Read more…

The first rays of sun that hit you on day 2 at volstate are a right of passage. Not a single runner experiences it and thinks, “oh, thank goodness, finally the sun is back!” The actual reaction is generally to recoil violently, and search the horizon for any merciful promise of shade trees or clouds. No one had an easy day today, as the cloudless Tennessee skies tormented the runners with heat from above, and Read more…