Well, we are done with our first set of runs (each set consists of three days of running. Tomorrow is our much needed rest day, and I want to stress the “much needed”. All three runs so far have been above average and tough. A lot of hills and a lot of cyclists. The attractivness and mystery of this run have disappeared at this time. However, it has been replaced with adventure and beauty along the coast. We cannot believe how much we have seen so far, and yet it has only been 85 miles up the coast. I feel like I’m Indiana Jones lately. Jumping and swinging into another disasterous situation. Except that in our scenerio, Paul and I don’t have the luck and charm that Indiana has been graciously gifted with. If we are in fact Mr. Jones, then we would have lost our hat, broken our whip in half, and accidently shot our guide. Needless to say, we are learning a lot about ourselves and our limits. Today was a 20 mile stretch through Camp Pendleton, a marine base just north of Oceanside, then 9 more miles along the old pacific coast highway that has been converted into a bike route, cars do not have access, and is over grown with vegetation. It was a crazy adventure. Today the base, which is huge, was having live amunition testing and training. So we enjoyed hearing explosions and machine gun fire for hours throughout the run. It seemed as if we had entered Vietnam or Jurassic Park. The huge hillsides and vast open meadows with tall grass enticed our imaginations as we thought something was going to pounce out at any moment and send us into a dead sprint. The constant flow of bicyclists coming from behind and towards us throughout the day was the only thing that kept us going it seemed. We ended in a beautiful area called Dana Point, just north of San Clemente. I will leave you dear reader in anticipation for our next update with a question that Paul and I have pondered. What did we get ourselves into?