You've got to run when the sun hasn't begun to burn the pavement, when there's still a daze of hangover or dreams lingering on lips and minds. Looks in the morning aren't always ones of bewilderment or neglectful circumspection: they're good morning in the eyes and 'hola' from a groggy recess deep in the chest. They've been Mexico to me :).
Mon: 30 min.
Tues: 45 min (I got lost!), 15 min ocean swim
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