When I was young, like 5 or 6, I used to follow my Dad around and into the woods year round to ‘help’ him work.
We ventured to Iten a few days ago on our own. I wanted to go because this is the place in Kenya to be if you are a competitive distance runner, in fact, it’s the competitive running mecca of the world.
Today I sat on a fire-ant-hill. Or Safari Ants. I’m not sure what they are called exactly, but they were ants and they got all in my clothes and bit the hell out of me.
I haven’t used a toilet for about 36 days.
I haven’t had a good coffee for about the same amount of time.
I’ve past the half-way point of my stay, in fact, that was a couple days ago.
I raced yesterday in Eldoret again. We were on a different course though. Courses here are a lot different than courses in Quebec, or Canada.
This morning I found out Laban flew to Nairobi yesterday morning, which explains why no one has seen him for a few days.
This morning was Fartlek.
Yesterday morning we did hillwork, then rested all day, so today Fartlek was on the menu to open up the legs.
Every day I’m inspired.
I’m not sure if I’ve told this story before, in any case, it’s worth re-telling.
It’s a good sign to look forward to breakfast, lunch or dinner in a foreign country.
Friends here are easy to come by. It’s something special to have arrived only a few days before, and sit down in a stranger’s house and laugh about this and that, and feel welcome.
Where do I begin?
I’ve been here for only two days and already a combination of culture shock, diet, climate, altitude and whatever else has hit me hard.
Every year right around Christmas my Dad and I bring cattle home.
We don’t have enough pasture for all the cows to graze throughout the summer, so they need to be sent out and around to different parts of the farm, and to another farm that we use.
My 2012 season has come to a close. Cross country is over, my years at Concordia and leading its team are up, and I’m leaving the city.
So, we ran around on the Plains of Abraham for 10km. Up and down hills, around trees, sharp turns.
Two days until RSEQ XC Championships.
I’ve been thinking about the race all day, jogging, working out the kinks, feeling loose but sharp.