Since I'm taking the next couple days off, and I'm just over halfway, I thought this would be a good time to get an adjustment at the chiropractor. He pressed and torqued my face and head with the argument that my face needed adjusting and he was realigning my cranial bones. In my family, with a brother and a little sister who have more energy than a chihuaua after drinking a Red Bull, these are fighting words. But apparently, he was serious and now my face is fully adjusted.
When he saw my address was in Virginia, he asked what I was doing out in these parts. When I told him, he laughed. It wasn't a quick little chuckle. It was a full on belly laugh. And was it short lived? No. It was the kind of laugh that is sedated forcefully out of respect for the bearer of the news and then appears out of no where. The kind of laugh you can't hold back. Like when you're sitting in church and the lady in front of you is literally falling asleep and her head is bobbing dangerously threatening whiplash. And no matter how much you try to stop laughing, no amount of glare from your mom can stop the fact that you need to laugh. I have to admit though, it was a bit contagious. I found myself trying not to laugh because, well, I was the reason for the laughing fit.
After he gathered himself he apologized for laughing so much he just had never had anyone seriously say they were running across a country. I assured him I was serious, and so he laughed some more.
I also brought my whip to the bike doctor to get an adjustment. The bike shop guy asked me what "possessed me" to run across a country.
...you know you've had an event filled day when the entire post is about some guy laughing at you.