So here I am again. It’s like visiting an old friend. My blog. It’s interesting that considering all of the experiences I’ve had since I last wrote (March), that I would choose to write again on the same topic as my most recent post (which isn’t recent at all). It was a letter to myself, to get my rear in gear and be committed to my workouts. Which I did. For a month. In spite of hot season, I did my jog/walks (wogs) consistently. In fact my record temp for running was 108. No – not MY temp, the air outside! And that was just stupid. But that’s how committed I was.
What happend between then and now? Well, quite a few things….
We have a well-drilling project underway, and beginning in March, we had 9 people in varying combinations, from various nations coming and going over a 3-4 week period. All of these people stayed in our home.
Above team, together with us and the local team we were training, went to the village where we were attempting to drill a well (a 2 hour drive, 1way) multiple times. Well, daily.
It was 115 degrees, daily.
Pipe stems got stock 180 feet underground. (They’re still stuck, but we expect to free them soon!)
A part on the drilling rig broke.
Tried to fix the part over and over again – to no avail. A new part is needed from China. (That part was delivered this week!)
I discovered I had gallstones.
I had Malaria while I had gallstones.
Went to Paris with Neal and had my gallbladder removed. Yep, Paris.
Returned to Niger and hosted another team.
Traveled to the US for 2 months, logging 18 flights and changing locations 21 times.
Got to see our 2 incredible grandkids 2 different times.
Had an amazing time with family and friends all over the US.
Spoke 14 times in various churches/groups.
Returned to Niger – Thank God for rainy season!!
So, in my defense, it’s been somewhat busy. And although I missed working out for 8 weeks (and I did miss it), I am happy to say that I kicked it back into gear 1 day after arriving into the US. It was rough, but it was 5 weeks post surgery so I was trying to give myself a break. Or at least an excuse!
Running the US is so lovely. Well, the running isn’t at all lovely. But the fact that I can wear anything I want and no matter where I am I can step out the door and run at any time of the day I choose. Because nowhere was it about 108 degrees, and I knew that was my threshold!
I got to run in some pretty cool places all over our great nation.
Here’s one of them. I got to run right along that beautiful ocean – and the temp was about 68. I barely broke a sweat!
From the East Coast, to the South to the West Coast to the North. I ran by rivers, lakes, and mountains, through forests and in commercial areas and neighborhoods. What’s not to love? Well, the actual running part, but I can overlook that.
I just checked my journal and I am happy to say that I wogged 38 of the 62 days we were in the U.S. I’m ok with that. I would have preferred it be more, but I’m not complaining. I averaged 3 miles each time.
Now, I’m back in Niger. And between preparing to travel, actual travel and jet lag (which apparently I’m still dealing with because it’s 3:14AM while I’m writing this), I missed 8 days in a row.
But I got back out there this past Monday – back to my old stomping grounds. And you know, I quite enjoyed it. While slogging (that’s a slow jog) up the hill, memories came back of the last time I was running there. I was sick and it was sickeningly hot. But rainy season is now here, and since I went at 6:45AM (I am NOT a morning person, but Tobi’s school schedule is what got me out at that time) it was not hot. It was really, really humid. But it was not hot. It was somewhere in the 70’s. And that’s a far cry from 108. And that 8 day break did me good because the 12 laps around the ¼ mile loop that is ½ hill was much easier than I expected it to be. That, too, was lovely.
No matter that the rains are washing away the road. Look at all that green!
And besides, this is home.