A couple of days later Renee, my host mother, suggested I go for a 6.2 kilometer run in her neighborhood. She rode her bicycle ahead of me so I wouldn't get lost. Trust me there were many places I wanted to cut the course short. My legs were still tired from the half marathon. She was being sweet, and I pressed on.
It was fun.
I should have taken a picture of the route. It looked mostly like this -- farm country. At one point we passed another cyclist. Another point a car was zipping through too quickly. Even Madame yelled at him.
What Big Road? |
I'm pleased to say I was going faster than this snail, |
Back to the busy street. |
Back to their house. |
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