The last run we did was at around -6 and the wet snow was slopping out from under our feet, some of it splashing up our legs and eventually our shoes sinking in an inch or two. Today we ran at around 7am, the temperature already soaring to about 25 degrees. As we ran the only thing was dust coming up from our footsteps. The odd lizard scurried out of the way or stared at us lazily from a nearby wall. My feet were small furnaces inside my socks and sneakers and the sweat was running freely everywhere! My face was on fire. The locals who passed us on the dusty road looked at us with pure disbelief, you could see their thoughts ‘crazy tourists!” We ran past a beautiful cenote (water cave) which beconed us to jump in, we kept on going somehow. The sides of the roads only offered us crispy mangroves to look at. Finally as we reached ‘home’ we stripped of the running clothes, we were already organized with swimsuits underneath, and we ran into the sea which was pure bliss……..on this note I will store this run to one of those dreamy, hazy, memories, to spur me on when on my next run it is likely to be -6, wet sloppy snow, wet sneakers…………..this will be in my thoughts as I drink a cold corona with lime on the beach later today….
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