saturday, april 26th, 1980
day 15 / 25 miles / total 337 miles
Slowly the seeing double went away, but my eyes were glossy and I was lightheaded. I told myself it is too late to give up. I would keep going no matter what happened. If I died, I would die happy because I was doing what I wanted to do. How many people could say that? I went out and did fifteen pushups on the road and then took off. My head was light but the double sightedness went away. At five miles Doug and I talked about it for a while. I cried because I knew I was going to make it or be in a hospital bed or dead. I want to set an example that will never be forgotten. It is courage and not foolishness. It wasn’t a waste.
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