Running in the United Kingdom and now on the Isle of Man made me realize why Gore-Tex is put into shoes. Growing up in Colorado, Gore-Tex was usually only in "winter trail running" shoes, which sounds about as much fun as volunteering to be tortured. But on Great Britain, and the Isle of Man, there are these ferocious bogs that are completely camouflaged by high grass. One moment you're trotting along on dry ground and suddenly you're knee-deep in black mud.
Much like a person on drugs, my mind was consumed by the frozen dairy treat. I could only make barely understandable comments about how fantastic the dessert was in between licks, oblivious to the world around me, losing track of time and space as I became one with the food. Little did I know evil forces were spying from above on my every bite, every movement, and calculating their attack.
This trip was special to me since it is the last time I will see Karakol for a while, and being able to see all of the great people there and share some laughs was awesome, especially with Sergey, Akerim, Ryan and Ptor. Plus, I had never seen Abram more stoked on a new place, so I'm glad the experience was shared with someone who appreciated it.