Down the garden path...
Run 2: Ran the first 10 minutes on the beach. The tide was too high though and I was running on soft sand. Rookie mistake. Finished up, then ran the second 10 minute run through the vast expanse of the hotel grounds. One of the stray dogs I encountered from run 1 (hereafter referred to as Baby Groot) accompanied me on both runs. He was so cute and he looked at me with those sweet brown eyes ... I want to take him home. Baby Groot and I had some good chats on our way around, it was so lovely running with a cute lil buddy. I had to leave him here 😢😢
Run 3: Up early again to beat the heat. Haha, right? The tide was high (that would make a great song title, in a different tense) so I ran through the hotel grounds and down the path along the long drive. With no Baby Groot to spur me on, I heaved and wheezed through the heavy air. I'm sure they could hear my heavy breathing back in the hotel. Again, no music, headphones, podcast, no distractions ... just me and the path, getting to know each other. It was never an option that I wouldn't run for 25 minutes; the lush jungle foliage was lovely to run along compared to my concrete jungle, but damn this was not an easy run. But I don't do easy, do I. Fresh hell, every run lol.
In keeping with the apocalyptic theme, a quote from our mad friend, Colonel Kurtz:
"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving."
Yes, Kurtz, I am that snail, slow n steady. I am your nightmare. And I am surviving.