When I woke up, I asked the young boy if he would like to join me. He first said no. Fifteen minutes later, he was waiting for me to get ready. That’s how we roll.
We ran uphill right away for a short 600m before turning downhill for a kilometre down to town next to the beach. A bit of back and forth and back uphill to the hotel finished off ten kilometres exactly at the entrance gate.
It wasn’t a particularly pretty run, but in this same sentence, seeing the vastness of the ocean itself is always spectacular. Running here in Portugal with the young boy, more so.
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