Day one in the bag

Day one is over and twenty miles are behind us. The day started out by leaving John's house at 5am and starting our walk around 6:30am. Things were going pretty well until about a mile in when the skies opened and crapped all over our plans. Did this stop us? Hell to the no.

But it did get us wet like all get out. The worst part was that our shoes got soaked, so we had to change socks a few times. We actually stopped a few miles later at a laundromat to dry our shoes and start a long day of Gold Bonding. We got the shoes a bit drier, took in some Walker: Texas Ranger and took off.

The physical end of it wasn't so bad until the last five miles. The sore feet really kicked in when we headed out of Mamaroneck. Our feet are about as beat as they've ever been and John has a blister as big as Jeter's head on his pinky. Fortunately moral is still high. We'll sleep at a friend's house in White Plains and get going early.

I would leave more color commentary, but it's time to eat, so I'll leave that to John if he writes later. My final message is this: there is hope for us - there have been more than twice as many Dunkin Donuts than McDonalds. High five for that.