(Eastern Coco Bandero Cays, San Blas, Panama)
A fish and a hammock. That about sums up the day.
Well today was also my brother Shea’s birthday and although a whole slew of things come to mind when I think about him, running is definitely in the forefront. There’s not a better running partner out there than Shea. He’s annoyingly positive and knows how to push you to your limits. A decidedly good thing when training.
So in honour of his date of birth today, I went for a run. It was embarrassingly pathetic. My running route was the circumference of a tiny island (Read: speck of land composing of sand and one palm tree). I’m thinking each lap was at least 100 meters. I’m not going to say how many laps I got in, but I will say the sailing and cruising life uses little, if not none, of the muscles required for running. Maybe I can find a smaller island?