The clock is ticking

And I’m feeling groggy. . . I don’t know why, although some part of me thinks it must be somehow related to my leaving, but I’m feeling heavy and slow and uninspired and out of touch with my body. And I don’t like it at all. I didn’t run for three days which didn’t help. I do feel better today having run this morning. But still I’m running nearly 10min miles rather than 9min miles.

When I get back to the US and see a doctor, I really want to check my iron levels. Maybe that’s it? I’m sure I don’t eat hardly anything with iron in it.

Ran out Ntasen this morning around to the Catholic Hospital and back home. 6.75 miles. I didn’t do my long run Sunday morning. I was in Bafoussam visiting fellow VSO volunteer Duncan and I fell when we were walking back to his place on Saturday night and Sunday morning my knee really hurt. It seems fine now but then it was worrying me. And when I woke up, it rained and rained and rained. Of course, it stopped within an hour, but by then I’d already decided to bag it and sometimes it’s hard to remotivate myself when I’ve made that decision. This, of course, is where the benefits of being on a team shine forth, but they weren’t there Sunday morning.

Now my plans have shifted a bit and I’ll only be in London 1 day. That’s good. And Mike at Metrosport said he could hold a pair of Adrenaline 8s for me, so I’m planning to stop there on the way from the airport. Isn’t that great customer service? Yes, it is.

I will leave Bamenda either next Monday or Tuesday, then be in Yaoundé for a few days until my flight on Saturday night, the 12^th. I spend the 13^th in London and leave very early in the morning on Monday the 14^th for SFO where I arrive mid-day. Can’t wait to be there, run there, see there, eat there. . .