Waking up yesterday (Sunday) morning, I remembered that I had been given a shirt the night before, a green and red t-shirt with a Toyota logo that marked my registration for the annual Ethiopian Great Run. I warmed up on the short jog down to Meskel Square where I joined the tail end of 30,000 people starting the 10 km race that winds its way through the center of Addis. There was bright sun, fresh morning air, and a bounce in people's steps. Families were there together. There was a feeling of solidarity. And rhythm - Teddy Afro had people dancing as the sea of green made a swathing stain of the starting line. I followed the energetic runners who cut through seams in the sea, then became a "faranji leader" (the shout I heard a number of times while passing groups.) It was an obstacle course that occupied the first 40 minutes and 5 km of the run. I passed nearly 20,000 people in order to finish the 10 km in just under an hour, but I almost sprinted the last third.
In cupping today, we narrowed potential Harar microlot areas into 5 by cupping fresh coffees processed by normal means from specific localities. Even clean Harars are typically loaded with sub-par seeds, but we were able to hone in on 5 areas (2 standing above the rest) of unique promise - one with molasses/raspberry type fruit, and another with very elegant honey-vanilla promise. Tomorrow, we'll taste heavier sorting from the same fresh lots, then determine where our areas of microlot focus will be for the season.