I meant to leave around 8am, but didn't actually get out the door until 9:30 or so -- the computer sucks me in everytime. This meant, of course, that the sun was much hotter, particularly in the last part of my run.
I ran to Mforya and back -- basically the same route I did two weeks ago successfully. Last week, I tried a different route which included a section of the main asphalt road, but that was a disaster because I hadn't had enough sleep or enough to eat. Not that the route had anything to do with it, but I didn't want to jinx it.
This time, rather than go through the main center of Njimbee, I went the other direction by the Food Processing Mill (a PRTC project of a few years ago, BTW). The scenery was much more prosaic that direction and at one point I was running through a grass field with the mountains visible in the distance and the blue, blue sky and it was just beautiful. I discovered that this route is a bit shorter, so when I got to the center of Mforya, I had to go a bit further to hit the 5 mile turnaround point. I felt great for those first 5 miles and felt great to feel great after an entire week of feeling tired. The last half, however, was harder -- hotter, hillier (or seeminly so), tireder. I walked a bit, maybe a tenth or two of a mile altogether, but not too much. Next time, if I go that late, I think I need to bring water. I stopped by the river to splash water on my face and neck, but everyone says that's not drinkable, so that means I'd have to bring my own.
One thing I noticed is that I can run 5 or 6 miles just for the fun of it, just to be out there running, in the world, looking around, enjoying God's handiwork. But after that, it gets tougher and some part of me really wants a *reason* -- a goal, a purpose, an objective. At the moment I don't really have one. The only goals I've ever had have been to get in shape (I'm in basically good shape now), to lose weight (my weight is where I want it to be) and to run a race (can't find any races around). I've heard there is/was a marathon or half-marathon in Yaounde' in October, but only by seeing a news account on the web after the fact. There's also this Mt. Cameroon Race for Hope in January or February, but I haven't been able to find out any information about it. So why do long runs? Why keep going when it gets difficult?
That is something to contemplate.
George Bernard Shaw said: "I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live."