I still try to go running at noon and it's getting hotter. Maybe I'm getting better at it but this is a pic after I went running. It doesn't show it well but I'm sweating like a pig here and exhausted. Dang I need to work on my arms.


It's also perhaps a tad unusual but most people here carry a knife. The 'legal' size is 4" or less but no one really checks. Women as well as men carry one but I'm really not sure why. All the soldiers carry weapons and and it's not uncommon to accidently kick a few M16s when you sit down at a table in the DFAC. So maybe it's macho thing as a knife is a weapon that we're allowed to carry AND has the added utility of being able to cut through some of the (horse?) meat that is passed off as ribeye steak here. Urgh, the food. That's another posting. My knife is a Columbia River knife that I found in the parking lot one day. A soldier probably dropped it and although banged up a bit, it's still damn sharp.