So we’ve been dutifully tracking Paula Constant’s trek across Africa, with her tales of carrying one’s luggage atop a camel’s hump, avoiding prickly desert flora and fauna, finessing relationships with nomads who’ve traveled the desert since, well, forever I guess.

Now GoBlog links to a story about a group of guys who seem to have decided the proper way to avoid all those getting-in-touch-the-locals dust-ups by jogging the whole way.

“It will take time to sink in … but this is an absolutely once in a life time thing. They say ignorance is bliss, and now that I know how hard this is, I would never consider crossing the Sahara on foot again,” said American runner Charlie Engle, 44, hours after he and the others completed the run at Egypt’s Red Sea.

Web site for the run is here.

(Posted in honor all of us worn-out old farts who’ve wondered how those people can run up and down all those hills that practically kill us to walk up and down.)