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5:15am, Hoan Kiem Lake, Hanoi Vietnam.
04/16/2010He wears an ugly version of Keds, 1960s cheerleaders’ shoes that slap against the pavement, baggy cotton gym shorts and singlet two sizes too big for his narrow shoulders. With a sneaked look I see that the single hair growing out of the mole on his neck is much longer.
Solo or mo’ better?
03/06/2010“OK, now what?” my wife asks when I return sweaty, exhausted, eyes glazed from a long solo run or bike ride. I have made several major life-changing decisions on these journeys. Decided to get married. Decided to move to Vietnam. Decided to ditch a comfortable 20-year career for utter uncertainty. Moved back to Colorado after 37 years away. I have also meditated on moving the couch and whether Rogaine could be a business expense. Most of my solo adventures are not about getting faster or because I’m antisocial, but to get the neurons firing.