I’ve started running again. (Lauren’s wedding, I will be skinny for you, oh yes, I will be.)  And running in Tanzania is pretty amazing in terms of motivation available.  Not only am I running through gorgeous fields with all kinds of lush greenness, but there are so many people that help me out.  Like a lot of times a guy will start running next to me and before I know it, we’ll be sprinting.  Well, I’ll be sprinting.  He’s probably going at his jogging pace…in flip flops.  Or when I run early enough, it’s when the children in town head to school and as I run past them, they’ll all put out their hands and it’ll be like a tunnel of high fives.  So much spectator love…the closest thing I’ve ever had to this level of support is when I ran the Army Ten Miler and there was this guy who showed up every few miles holding up a sign that said “Run, Julie, Run.  I LOVE YOU!”  And I pretended that he was there to support me and I’d wave to him each time I passed.  (Fine, his sign was really for someone named Jennifer.  Still, I waved and blew him kisses.)