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Yesterday I went to Brasil and did a Paula

Went for a run in the Italian countryside yesterday and found out that:

  • people do not run here. Either that, or my fly was undone, which would explain why people kept staring at me.
  • Running on a treadmill in an air-conditioned gym is far, far easier. And it wasn't even hot.
  • Some people have set up fully equipped kitchens in their garages. I asked why. It's to keep the kitchen upstairs spotless. Freaks.
  • The stretch of wilderness that used to run between my village and the next one, nicknamed "Brasil" because, as a seven-year-old one could get lost in its jungle-like tangledness (not that I did, mind you), is now reduced to a couple of sorry bushes behind which I had a mid-run wee.
  • Timing the final stretch of the run with the very moment people got out of Sunday mass was a stroke of genius. There's nothing as exhilarating as feeling like the village heathen. Next time I'll wear shorts with a red tail sticking out.
  • Stretching properly before running is essential. I forgot. My body is reminding me today.

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