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Introduction to - How I Learned to Communicate Across Cultures

     My calloused feet, with their cardboard heels and black, mutilated or missing toenails take me places. I once ran, shuffled, or maybe waddled over narrow paths and through trickling creeks for 100 plus miles in a dense forest outside of Huntsville, TX. I stumbled on exposed roots, too tired to lift my feet, and bled when dangling branches scraped my forehead, too exhausted to duck. My gams have also taken me long (24 hours non-stop), running mind numbing laps around a park near Tokyo’s Ueno Station. I once had a running streak of 1000 days – every day I ran five or more miles. My lower body is more than just a part of me, it takes me places.