Day 2,730 —Golf-carts on Islands— with my PICTURE of my LOCAL WATERFALL

Ten-years ago today my wife and I were driving around a tiny island on a golf-cart. The golf-cart made the island seem like a pretend town. I could not take anyone seriously on their golf-carts. It was so much fun. I remember we found a place that served pupusas that were delicious. There was a place that made fresh fruit drinks too. They were fresh fruit blended without anything added. It was a literal fruit drink. 

I felt rushed during my run, and I thought I would do more later, but I ended up getting some work done for a class and eating lunch with the family. I am going to have to turn up my training these next couple of weeks, but finding the time has been difficult, but that’s too easy to blame how busy I am as the reason. I just need to start going to bed earlier again, so I can start my weekend early. I can do it. I feel my second wind coming on.