Rest Day 2
I received my first care package yesterday. My family came together and bought me a Spot GPS Tracker, some gum and my little brother, Kyle, made me a cool homemade card. “Keep pedalling until you get there.” Thanks little brother.
Now you can track me in real time on my blog or Facebook. Just go to the FOLLOW ME tab on the blog. And click the SPOT link.
I have been running all around town with my friend Marty. I replaced my sunglasses, hammer gel, tubes, handle bar tape, etc.
Everyone here has been like family. They have let me sleep in their homes, fixed me meals, and listened to my tales. Everyone. Here reminds me of my friends at home. Everyone’s door is wide open and everyone hangs out at night. It makes me a little home sick.
I tend to take things like friends for granted sometimes. The people you see everyday can easily become a comfort zone. The nice thing about exposure is their is no comfort zone. You know exactly what you have and what it is worth. You miss the little interactions you have every day. “Hi chuck”, I always say to the downstairs neighbor as I’m walking upstairs. Or just walking into Rebecca, Joel and Michelle’s house unannounced, “what’s up dawgs?” Or looking across the balcony and getting a wave from Doug or Steph. Or simply talking about diving with Alf. You know the little stuff you miss.
I got a hard head. I get that from my dad. I can over react, maybe just a tad. I put up walls to show the world I’m tough. When I don’t get my way I get difficult. But when it comes to loving me. Baby you make it look so easy.
Your my refuge from the road, a safe place to go, when I’m out here living on this ledge. When I’m circling the drain you keep my crazy sane. And quit all the voices in my head.
Love, Jason and Eric Church