For the last five days I’ve been slogging around the damp chaos of a flooded house, listening to the deafening whir of dehumidifiers and gigantic fans.  Today, the hardwoods were pulled up and I’ve been told to expect to live without floors for the next six weeks or so.

You know what all this is?   Training!

In seventeen days I leave this lunacy and head up a mountain that I know with certainty will greet me with monsoon conditions.  I will live outside in the dirt and mud where for ten whole days I will rise and fall with the sound of bagpipes and drums.

I can’t wait!