I had a fantastic run. An old friend (and running beast) was kind enough to run with me the whole time.
So despite I hadn’t run for 2 weeks and having spent the previous night sleepless (at a southern beach partying) I run at a solid pace of 5:16.
We hadn’t seen each other for 20 years. We were talking and laughing for the most of the race. His son started with us and we ate his dust soon enough. He looked like a 16 years old version of Daniel Day Lewis in There Will Be Blood. He run at 4:10.
And that was not all. A friend came to see me after the race, with 2 fantastic bottles of wine.
Since the last time I saw her, she became sommelier level 3, there are less than 10 people like this in the whole Crete. We bought some local food and tasted the wines, both white and from the same local grapes.
One of them is the product of a monastery in the far east of the island, she was telling me her experience of meeting the monks and wine tasting there, I’m now turned on to go and visit that monastery.