Well, it turns out that going running last Sunday was probably *not* the smartest thing I ever did. Spent the rest of the week sick o sick o sick. Blech. And my back aching. Sick enough to not feel like running, but not sick enough to skip work. But, in the end I think the week of did me good and did it ever feel great to go for a run this Sunday morning. Yippee!
I ran up and across Nggosi Ridge to Tasahe and then down, down to the main road near White River, then on the main road along the coast to the ¼ mile hill leading back up, up to my house. About 5 ½ miles. Not too bad. Did another 4 this morning and feel now like I’m back on the wagon.
Tomorrow I fly to Buala, Santa Isabel, my duty station. I can’t wait to finally get there, get settled and get to work. Running will be challenging there, though, because the road (such as it is – kind of a not very well maintained fire road) is only something less than 5k long – and that includes going as far as possible on the paths at both ends. One road. That’s it. On one side, the ocean. On the other, a mountain. Hmmm. I think I need to start swimming.