July 2017

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In other news I'm still knocking out the occasional short lope.
Two weeks in Florida, in July, was always going to be a challenge, yet I've managed three runs to date, four if you count this morning's sweaty jaunt around the chalk pits with Mr Cat and the Hounds.

Two of those were multiple circumnavigations of the lake at Coronado Springs, home to Children With Diabetes Friends for Life. It took approximately seven laps to thud out five kilometres around the concrete trail. It was the closest thing I've found to a treadmill in real life and I never want to do that again.

The third run was a sunrise beach affair at Flagler Beach. It was gloriously flat, wet sand providing the perfect platform for a surprisingly spritely session. I ended it with a salty dip, the cool waters working their magic on exhibit-hall sore limbs. I walked home with the Mrs, passing an ominous line of vultures parked atop a closed beach house. The huge birds eyed me silently, no comment necessary. 

It wasn't that bad, fellas, honest.