“Or, we could take the foot,” said my doctor. In return, I said, “You didn’t have to go there.” I thought it was a negotiation, and he had to go medieval on me. My fault, though. I suppose he was right, and he had made his point. But, I didn’t have to like it one bit.

Let me go back to the beginning: So, I was training for the Marathon Des Sables Peru, a 155-mile, six-stage footrace in the Ica desert of Peru set for late November. (Click here for previous posts on MDS Peru.) Of course, training takes place around life, so one must compromise. This year saw our fortieth wedding anniversary and the fiftieth anniversary for some close friends of ours, so we all decided to celebrate with ten days on Kauai. You know, the usual—enjoying sun and sand, snorkeling, dining out, taking in the sights, and experiencing some new and exciting things. (more…)