4 Febrero 2011
i have really learned to love my once-dreaded morning runs. i’ve perfected a playlist for my routine - the beat to all of the songs go to the pattern of my feet hitting the mountain floor on cue. i have it so where the music picks up at the moment i am ready to run at a quicker pace, which helps to push myself harder. and i put some speed-walking songs towards the end for my cool-down. it’s become the soundtrack to the start of all of my days.
not to mention the beautiful scenery - the drastic cliffs and mountains are sure to take one’s breath away, even if they weren’t going for a morning run.
i usually rotate my journey - some days i go up to Piccuy, but lately i’ve been running to Munana because it’s the perfect distance and elevation for a good run. the road to Munana is frequented by the buses and local moto-taxis. my friends - the bus and moto-taxi drivers - they all wave, smile, and give me a thumbs-up as they drive past. and the farmers who tend to their chacras around the road to Munana look up to say hello to me every single morning. it makes me feel as if i’m living in Mr. Rodger’s Neighborhood… it’s rather nice.
so, back in the real world, there’s this kitten that somehow found its way in my house about a week ago. he lives upstairs on my floor - the third - towards the unfinished roof. i feel awful for him. he’s nothing but skin and bones - and extremely skittish. he won’t let anyone get anywhere near him. probably because when the family discovered him, my host sister started screaming and my host dad ran after him with a broom. you can hear him meowing all through the night, and i just know he’s slowly dying of starvation. we talked about him at dinner 2 nights ago - apparently my whole family hates cats. which makes me think about the cobbs incident… before training, the cobbs’s host family had a couple of cats. they found out that ellen was allergic to them, and they poisoned them right before we all moved into our houses for training.
today, i decided to take matters into my own hands. i drowned some bread in canned milk and water, and i snuck it around the corner of the roof to feed the little guy. well, now i have myself a new best friend. he won’t leave my side. i want to bathe him, but i know it would be the safe thing to do to take him to a vet first. maybe i’ll sneak him to the campo vet tomorrow and see what can be done for him. and maybe i’ll name him too. :)
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