"WHOSE IDEA WAS IT TO GO FOR A 30KM RUN ON A 34⁰C DAY?!" We're snailing our way along the levies of the river. I feel terrible. The morning had started coffee-less, and that's all I'll say. My brother looks at the breakfast I packed with disgust. He pours out a small line of white powder from one of the bags. "What is this?!" - "Same thing as always!" I laugh.
Milk powder for the win.
A little later, I'm once more trailing behind my brother. He's ploughing on, inspite of the heat, inspite of the massive, very much non-running-just-a-normal-everyday backpack he's wearing. It keeps hitting him in the back with every step he takes, but in general, he seems fine with the kilometers sloshing by. Frigging trooper. He keeps "encouraging" me by demonstrating how how slow I'm going by walking next to me. "Admittedly I do have to walk quite fast-" - "IT'S CALLED POWER HIKING," I wheeze, clutching at my trekking poles for moral support. "Alright, so I have to power hike quite fast to keep up with that Death Shuffle of yours, but it's possible." He grins at me. The sun is beating on our ginger heads. I really wish I'd brought a hat.
10km into our run, I stumble into an elderly couples backyard and beg for water from 10feet away. They're happy to help: "Water is the easiest thing to share!" The water comes straight from the Arendsee, they tell us. That's where my brother and I are headed. "It's about 18km away from here," the man tells us as we fill up our bottles. "Why don't you just stay here? Real estate is cheap with everyone moving into the cities... You could move into the house right next door! My neighbor just died, and you could become my new neighbor!" Friendly neighborhood they've got here. Pretty eager to get new young blood into their town.... "We've got to get going," my brother waves at the man and pulls me back down the street towards Arendsee. "Come by on Sunday for cake under the old church tree!" The man waves us off.
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