Day Eight: Amasya into Tokat

I’m sitting here, typing, and Allah-Allah, do my feet stink. It was a sweaty day wearing shoes that trapped the odors quite ably. You know what I could use, right?   Rather, I need a rousing round of this: The day started with some sweating, when Kirsten and I headed out for our respective runs.… Continue reading Day Eight: Amasya into Tokat