Perhaps it was the pernicious influence of the Olympics. Perhaps it was the fact that the Sofitel was more expensive than we would have liked and we wanted to make full use of ALL the facilities. Perhaps it was the fact that the some drunkard had stolen the free weights in the gym in our deeply classy hotel in Santiago. For whatever reason, we had decided that Sydney would be exercise central. So, we hit the gym in the jetlagged very early morning (ouch), and when the opportunity came up for Lucy to do a (free!) pilates class later that afternoon, I decided to go see the sights.
And I guess you can’t complain about a little jogging when the views are as world class as this:
A short note on tall bridge running – although the views are lovely it can be damned hard to find the pedestrian on-ramps to the blasted things, which are always situated about half a mile further inland than you expect. Cue James running utterly ragged up, down and around the Circular Quays area trying desperately to find a long flight of stairs to run up. I would like to think that this explains both the drunken spider routing and the damned slow average speed (again, not that I’m counting…)