<p>Nice report BillR, congrats on another 26.2.</p>
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<p>I'm back stateside, ready to run in some 50° vs.90° weather</p>
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<p>Pink, I've run to nowhere few times over the years, but I hit a new section last week..</p>
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<p>My last run in Rhodes was my longest. I had ran several out and backs the first week -nothing over ten miles. Adapting to the heat wasn't so much of a problem, but the first few runs my lungs seemed to rebel against the aridity. On one of our outings early last week I was walking down a steep dirt road, hit a slick rock, and busted my left elbow, shin, and put a hand and a half -sized bruise on my haunch. It's still sore.</p>
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<p>Anyways, I struck out about 9am Wednesday and told them not to worry unless I wasn't back by 1pm. It looked like about 26-28km on the map and I thought I factored in enough for hills, but none for getting lost. The first village was about 12km. I figured I could do this just with one handheld and buy what I needed in the towns. I stuffed some peanuts and olives in my pocket for extra fuel. There are only minimal roads markings even on the main roads. All the first section was on pavement that went through a pine forest that had burned a year or two ago. I passed a couple of sheep farmers who yelled "BRAVO" as I trotted past. I was already 5k from town. Outside of towns sheep and goats pretty much are the only company. Cars were few and far between. I made it to Laermer about 10:30, bought some water and chocolate milk from a vending machine and headed for Profila -another 12k. The first 4k was backtracking on pavement then I hit a wide dirt road. Fortunately it was the only real overcast day we had in 2 weeks and I even hit a few sprinkles. But the the grade finally got me as I neared the town and I walked most of the last km up a 10% grade. I met some retired Brits at the taverna had who quizzed me on my adventure as they had passed me in a car several kms back in the mountains close to the middle of nowhere. They were impressed that someone of my "body-type" (i.e. tonnage) could run that far.<img alt="" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/smile.gif" title=""> The next town was Vati, only 7km and as I figured, mostly down hill. The time on my clock was getting close to "worry now" but so long as I didn't get lost I wouldn't be too far past due.</p>
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<p>I got lost.</p>
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<p>From Vati back to home base in Askelpio was only 3-4 km along a scenic route across a small mountain. Usually the main route could be distingished from the farm roads into the olive grooves by the amount of wear. Not so with my first fork in the road. I guessed poorly and wander around into a few cul-de-sacs killing a half hour. I went back to the "main road" and soon hit another fork. I started down my "best guess" ,but just a few meters down the way I heard a vehicle coming down the other road. I turned around to try and catch them to ask for directions. But with luck, it was my traveling compatriots who had gotten a little bored and decided to track me down early. I appreciated the ride as the route turned out a bit longer than was planned anyways. I covered 30km+ and was quite famished.</p>
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<p>JJJ</p>