...and i'm hitting the ground running
more hitting the ground than running.
today was my first weekend morning run with peter since my last day here in august. you may recall what happened that time. i'm still sick enough that i'm not too interested in going running, but i felt so bad saying no yesterday that i couldn't turn peter down two days in a row. he showed up this morning asking if i was feeling better and i lied that yes i was feeling better and i told the truth that i still had pressure in my head and that my nose was stuffed. he said ok here is what will do. get a glass of drinking water - we will keep a little in the mouth and run. it's not 20km, only 10. i looked at him in a way that said i know i didn't just hear you say that we are going to do our entire run with water in our mouths and he repeated that yes, indeed, it is good to breathe through the nose. in my head i'm thinking didn't i just tell you that my nose is stuffed? i can't say no. so off we go using hand signals and such because we can't open our mouths or the water will fall out. it's amazing how heavy an ounce of water feels in your mouth after ten minutes of running. and so you don't have to find out on your own, i'll let you know that when it's warm out and you find yourself going on a little jog, 98.6 degree water does not feel clean or refreshing. i made it to the top of the hill at kololo airfield before peter noticed that more snot was coming out of my nose than was air entering it, and we both spit out our water. ah, beautiful air! stunning elixir!
101phil
peter says the boxers run with water in their mouths because you can't breathe through your mouth during a fight. mouthguard and keeping your jaw closed and all.
otherwise, everything is normal and i'm finding my african pace of life again. now that i'm here for potentially a couple years without interruption i'm realizing that i'm going to need some occupation. idle hands are the devil's workshop. so a job hunt may begin soon. right to play being a possible first stop.
today was my first weekend morning run with peter since my last day here in august. you may recall what happened that time. i'm still sick enough that i'm not too interested in going running, but i felt so bad saying no yesterday that i couldn't turn peter down two days in a row. he showed up this morning asking if i was feeling better and i lied that yes i was feeling better and i told the truth that i still had pressure in my head and that my nose was stuffed. he said ok here is what will do. get a glass of drinking water - we will keep a little in the mouth and run. it's not 20km, only 10. i looked at him in a way that said i know i didn't just hear you say that we are going to do our entire run with water in our mouths and he repeated that yes, indeed, it is good to breathe through the nose. in my head i'm thinking didn't i just tell you that my nose is stuffed? i can't say no. so off we go using hand signals and such because we can't open our mouths or the water will fall out. it's amazing how heavy an ounce of water feels in your mouth after ten minutes of running. and so you don't have to find out on your own, i'll let you know that when it's warm out and you find yourself going on a little jog, 98.6 degree water does not feel clean or refreshing. i made it to the top of the hill at kololo airfield before peter noticed that more snot was coming out of my nose than was air entering it, and we both spit out our water. ah, beautiful air! stunning elixir!
101phil
peter says the boxers run with water in their mouths because you can't breathe through your mouth during a fight. mouthguard and keeping your jaw closed and all.
otherwise, everything is normal and i'm finding my african pace of life again. now that i'm here for potentially a couple years without interruption i'm realizing that i'm going to need some occupation. idle hands are the devil's workshop. so a job hunt may begin soon. right to play being a possible first stop.
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