My text: "Please tell me your sick."
The reply:"Nope. Rolling out of bed."
No escaping the early-morning long run today. Tim is hardcore, Jillian Michaels has nothing on him! What will I do without my coach in Nairobi!?
We ran past a tank and police, gathered in groups, waiting, being seen. Passed the sleepy market where grasshoppers are on sale again (although they don't seem to be 'in season'!), passed the airstrip where three tank were delivered this week and where a 'party' will be held to celebrate the inauguration of the President on Thursday.
It seemed eerily quiet in the city, we became a little paranoid, but perhaps everyone just partied hard last night. Tim and I were also quiet on the run today. Thirsty, saving energy and lost in thoughts. I realised at one stage I had my mouth closed and was breathing through my nose (I have been trying to do this for years!!)...surely a sign that I am becoming a runner...a slow one...but a runner.