This blog is entitled travelrunstyle. My original intention was to have a combo blog that featured all three of those subjects. Somehow, I haven’t really lived up to the name of the blog, especially in the style area. Mostly, this has become a blog about running, with a little bit of travel too. And that’s what this post is going to be about. (Maybe someday I’ll write a style blog).
A few years ago, we went on safari in South Africa. My family flew ahead of me and broke up the long flight with a stopover in Paris. A few days later, I took a direct flight from Atlanta to Johannesburg. This was by far the longest flight I’ve ever taken – 17 hours! We also had a 2 hour ground delay in Atlanta due to rain!! 19 hours sitting in coach was a really really long time!
I had a window seat, which I prefer. The seats were off-set a bit, so the person in the middle seat in front of me was visible as well as audible. At first I was excited when I overheard him talking to his seat mate about running. I hoped that maybe I could get in on the conversation!
Then he started talking about religion too. He kept on talking about running, and religion. And ON and ON and ON. FOR HOURS. And I don’t sleep on planes. Oh my goodness. I can safely say he NEVER shut up. Well…ok he did for a bit after he took a sleeping pill. But still. And it was loud!
Eventually, I made it to the lodge at Krueger Park and met up with my family. I had travelled with my running shoes, in hopes of getting a few miles in Africa.
You don’t run while on safari. Too dangerous. Even without a run though it was an awesome trip. So awesome, that we went again the next year to a nearby country, Botswana.
In between the two trips to Africa, we ran some races here in Atlanta. One of them was a small local race. Both my husband and I usually line up towards the front in local races. While we were waiting to start, I noticed someone on the front line that I recognized. When I asked my husband who the guy was, he said he didn’t know. Even before I could think to stop myself from talking, I thought I recognized that he was the loudmouth from the plane, and I asked him if he’d gone to Africa last year. It was him.
Oh geez…why did I strike up a conversation with him?? What if he started a loud on going conversation that lasted the whole race. I felt panicked!! Luckily, he must have been nervous about racing because the conversation was brief.
Small world…but I don’t think I’ve seen him since. Or at least I know I haven’t HEARD him!
Hope you all have a nice weekend, and I’m looking forward to catching up on your posts!