Today was the first time a ran further than a marathon since I had knee troubles a couple weeks back. I have been running between 33km and 38km and it seems to be a really sweet spot for me. But I wanted to put a decent day in and way the accommodation situation was shaping up, I had to.
I left my cabanas at 5:30am, headlight on.
It was a big climb back up to the highway from the beach town of Barra De La Cruz where I stayed last night, only 3km but there were some steep hill to get out of there, I knew last night when I was heading down into the town that it was going to hard climb out.
I found a steady pace about 5km in and sat on it for the next 15kms to the town of El Coyul. There I had some breaky and bought a bottle of water. From that town I wanted to get the next 25km done before lunchtime.
It was nice to run "quick" with no pain, to just be able to enjoy the surroundings without being stressed about my body.
I'm loving this stretch of coast, I am constantly being amazed at how quickly the mountains shoot up to my left whilst the sea is only a couple of kms to my right. Amazing landscape.
I spend my days with the iguana's at my feet and the Eagles flying figure eights above my head. Endlessly inside of my own thoughts. It's amazing the memories and images I have been pulling from the depth of nowhere on this run.
My head is as clear as it ever has been, allowing my mind to run wild through the maze of catalogued memories and experiences from my adult life.
I was thinking about the analogy today that I used to be the cars whizzing by me, but now I have forced myself I slow down and look around. Those cars are going by at such a speed that they have no time to process what they are seeing before they are looking at the next thing.
But when you are running at 8km/hour you can see everything, let it sink in and then move on to the next thought.
For many years I was the car, I have now slowed down. I am now processing every detail of what is going on around me. Now I can hear the birds chirp, I see the different colours of the rainforest through my own eyes. I feel the breeze on my face whilst on the crest of the hills, and the humidity in the valleys.
I do not speed on by with the radio blasting, looking through sun-tinted windows with the air-con turned up to full!.
I jogged into Santiago Atrata at around 12:30 and immediately found the only hotel in town. This was a typical southern Mexican rural town, with two hubs of activity, one on the side of the highway where you will fine plenty of little vendors selling Mexican finger food and drinks and then another hub of activity at the Centro, usually in the square be t to the church.
In today's case, there was a monthly meeting being held that gives the locals an opportunity to voice there opinion on issues in the community or any problems that may have arisen during the month. I was told the convocation is usually centred around the growing and selling of corn.
I spent the afternoon searching for food and wondering around the town. Not the nicest people I have ever met but had some nice convocation a with a few people. It's funny how different towns have different vibes.
The person who ran the hotel took a really liking to me, I didn't get his/her name but on two separate occasion I was asked to have a photo with her. Once before she was dolled up and once after, heels and all. It was on this occasion that she knocked on my door and asked me for a second photo, I was topless and a little rattled.
Southern Mexico is known to be a very Gay friendly place and as a result, the gays among the community express themselves a lot more than in other parts of the words. It is very common to see men dress as ladies, I say good on them!!
Huge day tomorrow!!!! Aiming for Salina Cruz, the last stop on my pacific led of Mexico!!!