Waiting to run for Team Waiting For Runs . . .

We're all gathered in GGP's lovely house in San Francisco, getting to know each other.

One thing I've always loved about groups like this is what I call "the brotherhood of the road." It's a takeoff on "the brotherhood of the rope," a term that climbers use to describe the kind of instant bond that exists among people of one's own kind. We've come from California, Idaho, Colorado, New York, Oregon, Texas, Illinois, but we speak each other's language. We belong to the same tribe.

We've attended to the big details. We have peanut butter and Red Bull and band-aids and warm clothes and cool clothes and maps and GPS units. We know who's doing which leg, and what time we need to hit the road. Now all we really have to do is hang out and get acquainted.

1Miletogo is asking if any of us have heard about Dean Karnazes' next proposed stunt: to cross the ocean in a giant floating Liberty Ball, like the ones used to let gerbils run around the house. True? Not true? Who cares? This is running geekery at its best. We actually find this entertaining. These people are my own kind.

This is going to be good.