The last night before the trail I’ll probably dream of the Quality Inn’s carpet that burned right into my eyes. I made it to Atlanta! Feels kind of unreal. This afternoon, on JFK Airport New York I waved goodbye to my 16-year-old daughter who now is flying home to Munich. Knowing I won’t see her for several months, the moment of letting her go was harder than I thought it to be. I admit I shed some tears when I saw her walking through the security check. But now I look forward starting the Big Hike. Ron Brown will pick me up tomorrow. I can’t wait. Feel like a horse in the box – seconds before the start of the race.