This evening I wandered up to our old neighborhood to look for some stuff for Mali and to play some soccer. Successful on the first agenda item, not so much on the second. I should have known better--today was a Buddhist holiday, so the school was closed, and past experience is that when the school is closed, the guys don't show up to play soccer.
Oh, I forgot to mention--I'm back in Bangkok on a temporary assignment, so Mali and the kids are back in Virginia without me. I should blog about why I'm here and what I've done. Later.
But back to my immediate situation. No soccer. I was totally bummed, because I loves to play me some soccer. But there I was, all dressed up with nobody there to play. What to do, what to do. I had to get home, but I also wanted to get some exercise (I'm supposed to be running the Rock N Roll Half Marathon in Washington DC next week). My options were:
A) Hail a taxi and have it take me to the train station. That's the sensible solution, that's the thing that Mali would prefer I do.
B) Run to the train station. It's only about 10 miles.
Naturally, I went with Option B. Ten miles, with a backpack that weighed roughly eight pounds. In Thailand. It was awesome.
And for the record, Mali did say I was crazy when I told her what I did. She also asked me to not tell her when I do things like that. Man, I love that woman!