Must say the Yanks are really friendly. 3 of them stopped to talk to me this morning - 2 on bikes and 1 at a water stop. One of them passed on a bike and shouted out "wow, you must be running at 6:30 pace!" and sure enough I'd just done a 4:03 km (6:31 mile) so he knew his stuff.
Headed out after the run to an old-school diner for brekkie where I had the "Country Skillet" which consisted of loads of stuff covered in sausage gravy (essentially lard with sausage bits in it). Couldn't think of a better long-run recovery meal.
Florida has been much better than I expected.
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