Monday, November 22, 2021
Monday, November 1, 2021
"John, you might have to take me to the emergency room, I'm feeling pretty rough".
That's what Will casually said to me in the Mexican restaurant we got lunch in immediately after the 24 hour race, right across from our motel. Yeah, it kind of caught me off-guard. I was tired too, but I certainly wasn't in the midst of a medical emergency. Looking back at it now, it's just one more story to tell, but at the time, I was worried about him. Luckily, we ate some food and we both felt a little better. Crisis averted, no hospital visit necessary.
That was all on Sunday (the day the race ended), so Monday morning we woke up ready to continue the road trip. We stopped at the local "Black Bear Diner", which was really good, and served huge portions of food. I later learned that this quaint local diner was actually a somewhat large chain, but it was still cool, and Will and I were seriously the only people in the diner who weren't senior citizens.