A half marathon, then Goa being GoaA half marathon, then Goa being Goa

The plan was a half marathon. 21.1 kilometres along the coast, palms on both sides, the sun coming up over the road, and a few thousand strangers all chasing the same finish line. Sitting down in the middle of that empty road afterwards is the most honest I’ve felt in months.

And then it was Goa, so the quest didn’t end at the finish line. There was the food — obviously, gloriously, repeatedly. There were lanes strung with colour and nights that ran long.

Run hard, rest harder. The two halves of a good trip.