FRIDAY 11:00am

Stopping was out of the question. Not only would taking another break slow me down even more, but gawd how my feet hurt when I wasn’t moving. I had built up such great momentum that the pain was almost oblivious to me, but still, it felt as though the skin was hanging off my toes and only muscle and bone remained. Bone it would have to be. Nothing was getting in my way now. I was so focused and fixated on the trail ahead that I almost failed to notice that small sign to the side. Hmmm…What did it say again? Oh yea: “Welcome to Corte Madera (pop. 9,100)”