Day #56: When Shit Hits the Fan…

  • Runner: Laurel Dudley
  • Birthplace: Dorset, Vermont, United States
  • Currently Resides: Honolulu, Hawaii, United States
  • Language(s): English, French
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  • Statement: “I do not perceive this as something I must do, but something I am compelled to do.” – Laurel Dudley, 2007

Why is it that most of the places we’ve stayed in this past week are renovating? Once again, I was awakened by sounds of construction outside the window. This is a common occurrence when you’re trying to sleep late in the morning. Not because I’m getting extra sleep, but because bedtime on the 9pm to 3am shift generally winds up being 5am.

We’ve just left the small town Bayan Qagan and are on the road to Beijing, although Yellow team (me, Rudy, Paul and Heiko) won’t actually see the city, unless you count the airport. We finished running at 3am last night, at which point we learned due to travel logistics with flights to Japan, we would take over the 3pm to 9pm shift for today. Once again, a night of little sleep, and shortened recovery for our tired legs. Five hours is manageable once in a while, but this week we’ve been lucky to get even that. After long travel hours on bumpy roads in the Gobi, the heat and noise which is not conducive to day time sleeping, combined with early morning border crossing into China, we are suffering the effects of intense fatigue. Paul and Heiko are pushing through nausea and sickness (perhaps a stomach bug or maybe remnants of food poisoning?) while Rudy and I are limping along with injured muscles. Running these days is not fun. Thumping down three flights of stairs with our suitcases, we checked out this morning and ran into Sean and Simon on the Orange Team. Rested and exuding good health, they’ve offered to pick up a 10 mile leg for us tonight. When shit hits the fan, we send thanks to Team Orange for helping us through…. With some more sleep, hopefully Team Yellow will be back on
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August 25th

It’s amazing how quickly the pain of running is forgotten.

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Kansas

In the dawn light of this morning’s run, we soaked in the golden yellow from the fields around us. Kansas—the sunflower state.

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Full circle

In May, on my way to meet up with the BPR team, I stopped in Denver, Colorado to visit my family. Now, three months and 15 countries later, I am back in Denver.

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August 7th

Some places are better equipped for running. After China and Mongolia, running through Japan was luxurious.

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Day #56: When Shit Hits the Fan…

Why is it that most of the places we’ve stayed in this past week are renovating?

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Black in White - July 14 Day 44

We started our shift twenty minutes late this morning due to no other than the Kenyan, Emanuel.

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More Police?

We slugged out of the hotel at 2am, loaded the van, and hit the road.

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9 to 5?

At an outdoor patio bar in Yekaterinburg, Russia, Heiko, Rudy, Paul and I sat down for a beer. It was 5:45am and except for the waitress, we were the only sober folks amongst the small gathering.

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Far Far Away

Say the word Siberia and you’ll likely conjure images of a remote land of vast wild wilderness, somewhere at the end of the world, amongst the likes of Timbuktu.

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The Heart of Russia

“Didn’t you know,” said Edo, Italian logistics run and route coordinator, “July 1st is Adventure Day!” Oh right, of course.

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