The young boy and I ran in the evening after a bit of tennis. We were mucking about on the court with few successes but nonetheless it was fun.
After that I proposed to the young boy for a run – without a watch, no pace, just an easy few rounds.
In his words it turned out to be the best run ever or amongst the top tier along with the distances and the PBs. We spent the run chatting, watching the sky turn colours towards dusk and finished up at the bar area where staff were readying for a busy evening ahead.
Virgin mojito for him and a mojito for me, conversation and laughs rounded up the pre-dinner festivities ahead.
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