I ran 120m/250m/120m/400m/120m/500m/120m/650m at the track this morning.
I walked home to rest and then walked to Northerly Island, the concert ongoing so I ran the harbor path and the full island distance.
At the beach I passed concert-goers dressed in unusual costumes.
I sat on a boulder near the water, smiling.
I thought of Sanur, Bali, and the old man I would see running shirtless on the beach path.
I stopped at the market and bought a chocolate milk, drinking it while sitting exhausted on a market bench. I watched the late afternoon sun reflecting itself on the glass highrises, relaxed.
