Today I ran further than I have done so far in all my travels. I reckon it was about 16km (10 miles) and I’m pretty chuffed I’ve still got it in me. My day started with yoga and a swim but by mid afternoon I was itching to get out running; a feeling which should never be ignored! With the bare essentials: no camera, watch or music; just myself, shorts, vest and trainers, I started away down the steep hill from my cabin. 

A bright Sunday afternoon meant a busy town and I weaved through the tourists and Michael Jackson impersonators along the lakeside. My lap of Queenstown Gardens was just as squiggly. After the park I was free from the town buzz and set off along the Frankton track. I passed cyclists, runners, walkers and some very cute dogs. I hadn’t planned how far I would go but would turn back when I’d had enough. Enough was not had and I pounded the gravel all the way to Frankton. I bounded out onto the first jetty I came to and paused to watch the grey clouds roll in over the mountains across the lake. 
My lust for life (running) was still pulsing through me and I kept the pace up all the way back to town. Skipping Queenstown Gardens on my return I again weaved the lakeside as the sun was dying and rain started to spit down. Not even my Beyoncé hill would stand in my way. I trotted up to impressed comments from passers by whom I passed by. This picture is of the fabled hill, but from another day when I wasn’t camera-free. Only at the top did I double over, panting, and stumble the last few metres to my door. I’ve just felt a bit sick since then. Apart from that, amazing.