Many of you know I'm a runner, in some shape or form. I never thought I would be, since I hated running when I had to do it in high school for tennis, ski team, or soccer practice, but I picked it up while I was living in South Africa. At that time, I was living in the Free State Province, which is full of open skies and flat roads by big farms.I was was there learning how to identify animal bones at a research station about 45 minutes from the nearest town, and there wasn't much else to do - so I started running with some people who lived in the research center compound, and surprised myself with how much I liked it. I'm not a very fast runner, but I enjoy it for many reasons besides that proverbial "runner's high" - it helps me sleep better and feel better, physically, emotionally, and mentally. I don't "train" for races, because that implies some sort of schedule and work, while I think of running as fun. (I'm running in the Army Ten Miler...
My travel adventures. Read at your own risk -- of wanting to join me. Details (names, institutions) are real and true, but usually left purposefully vague.