Desert Run!!
Run in 21st country!!
6K run in the vast nothingness. Winds were howling but the sun was pleasant. Running into the wind was exhausting. Had to come back to the ger camp once to refill water.
You might notice me running with my head down. First off, every time I lifted my head, the scenery was not changing much. But more to the point… there was horse poop, camel poop, cow poop, sheep poop, the-guy-who-never-quite-made-it-to-the-outside-toilets poop all over….

As usual Roger entertaining Sara and me on our hike…
Off we go hiking…
Solo ride to Sawnee Mountain today
In case you thought I run only when it rains…
Saturday morning ride
Had not seen John in a long time. I got to know John in the motorcycle safety classes last year. Having retired for a year then, he was seeking some adventure and got on to his first bike.
Avi, of course, was one of initial persons who encouraged me to try a bike.
It was the three of us for a lunch ride to Pelican Pete on Lake Lanier.
Left to right, those are The Beast, Dark Knight and Phoenix…

A few good looking guys… and me!!!
Run in the rain!
Have you ever heard the constant pitter patter noise of rain drops falling on the wet leaves in the forest?
Or the soft gurgling of the spontaneous rivulets of water hurrying by?
Or the wet bird tweeting as it flutters its wings and then preens them back in their position?
Or the huge splashing sound as you purposefully jump into a water puddle in an otherwise desolate trail?
Or the splish splosh noise of the wet shoes as you put one foot in front of the other?
No?
Then come out and run with me in the rain!!
That was a 4 miler in 37 minutes.






