CG Bloggin'

I went running today. Slowly, since I have to cure what is popularly called a "runner's knee". They might as well call it "approaching-30-and-getting-more-stiff-by-the-day-knee". I jogged, I walked, I jogged, I walked, and I still got tired. Stretched, and drove home. God, to think that only a year ago, I was climbing the mountains of Auadkhara, Abkhazia, just across the Russian border. My friends made it across the border at that time, but I - foolishly overestimating my stamina - chose a bigger mountain and made it halfway up before reason told me to head back before darkness fell and the wolves came out. The solitude I felt during that hike! It was massive, a bit sad, but unique. Few people have walked in those tracks, made by animals. I put a little token behind a rock on that mountain, to leave my mark. A small, bottled water capsule, since that was all I had. Yes, I polluted, but I will be the only one to do so there. It's just too high up for ordinary people to go ;) I miss the simplicity of that place, as I miss the simplicity of times when I did not have to worry about runner's knee.