A note on the Traveling RunnersBe (as in “Runners Be Crazy!” … although it’s really a retcon’d attempted to cover for a failed Traveling Wilburys riff): Albatros Adventures has assigned us into three groups – D, E, and F. I’m been too intimidated to ask what happened to the A, B and C groups. Perhaps today I’ll screw my courage to the sticking place and see if I can get to the bottom of this non-mystery mystery.
A second note on the Traveling RunnersBe: There are some folks I’ve seen and run with before. A couple from Madagascar (Linda and Bill) who said they remembered my Mom and that’s what made them recall me. There’s a woman from Orlando who I met in Antarctica (Margaret). A few other familiar faces. It’s amazing to think that when you’re on these crazed runcations to far flung places you’re bound to bump into other travelers. It’s a reminder of how small the running community and indeed the world can be.
I should have gone for a run and indeed it’s actually a lot less humid here in Mandalay than it was in Yangon. But I just couldn’t muster that. But here’s a pic from this morning’s constitutional. My iPhone doesn’t do it justice, but:
Note: It’s not Abby Road. Nor is it Monastery Road. But 19th Street will do just fine, Mandalay. Just fine.