I woke up after short sleep to ride with the folks who had chosen the hot air balloon morning ride. After reaching the balloon point and saying Hi to the young boy, I headed out for the long run back towards the hotel.
The weather was gorgeous, the Tuscany countryside was stunning. Rolling hills, farms, vineyards, simply picture perfect.
It was a tough run but how lucky was this, I thought to myself. When I made it back to the hotel, I was three kilometres short. I retraced for a bit and back again to round off a thirty kilometre run in wine, cheese and oil country.
Writing about Running 