I flew into the tiniest airport (Florence), and within 20 minutes of being in South Carolina I had eaten every single thing I came for: Boilt peenuts (i.e. boiled peanuts), dilly beans, chow-chow, garden tomatoes and figs fresh and moist off my grandfather's tree. We'd driven past the Farmer's market before heading to the farm and I could not believe the beautiful produce. we bought pounds of the fattest blackberries, sweetest blueberries and peaches. We got field peas, black eyed peas, sweet 'taters, and collard greens. Have I mentioned how much I like fresh food? Well. So today I decided to run from the farm out to the Magnolia Cemetary where my mother's buried, and where we recently put my father's gravestone. When asking my aunt to remind me how to get to the cemetary from the farm, this is what she said in her deep southern drawl: "It's juhst 2 mihles daown Darlington Road, turn left up Carolina Avenue past Ko-Kur (Coker) College, then just keep on a'goin until you see the cedar and magnolias linin' the road.Y'all be kerful, them cars is danjrous along that highway." Highway? Oh, she meant the road. So I ran to the cemetary, saw the gravesites (4.25/9:06' ave) then back to the farm. But my aunt was right, those country roads have NO sholders. So you have to run in the thick grass along the side of the road to avoid getting hit by a car. It was hard to run through all that thick grass, and itchy. When I got back to the farm, I thought I'd run one circle around the circumfrerance to see how many miles 100 acres would be--turns out 1.1 miles by the Garmin. I sweat like a freaking pig, my clothes were absolutely drenched. What's the benefit of sea level training again? Training your lungs to suck the oxygen out of 100% humidity? | 