The days have broken grey and moody each day… The people of Lanzarote happy for a rest from the sun. The temperature very clement for running and the sun peeks through occasionally, burning hot when it does!

I rose and drove to Famara beach again… The low tide reaching its farthest point later each day, making it easier for morning running on the beach… I haven’t been joined by Anadi for a week and a half now for three reasons… 1) he caught his bare foot on the pavement the Sunday before last in Eastbourne, making walking let alone running painful for a few days… 2) lots of work! 3) he has a bit of a throat cough thing, which was for a while lingering on his lungs…

So I have been a lone runner, which I enjoy and can happily run every mile alone if required… I do love his company though and the tapestry of a run with another is another experience entirely… Run philosophique as apposed to silent solo ‘meditation on the move…’

I ran just once today… 9.8k along the beach and back… At the turn I enjoyed racing the tide to make my turn point a ‘randomly appointed rock’ – and appreciated the freedom of no shoes, as a man who was following me had to race up the stones to avoid his shoes getting soaked!