Random Sunday
The week before was one of those rare weekends where I ventured out for breakfast on a Sunday. It's usually a bowl of yogurt topped with muesli, in front of the telly idling till it was time to torture myself by running my knees ragged.
It turned out to be a very enjoyable, impromptu decision to have brekkie at Killiney before popping to East Coast Park to chill by the new cafe. Pity it was a majorly packed weekend with tons of tents lining the grass with families lying around and airing their laundry all over the place. Probably a weekend "holiday" for most of the families due to the long Vesak Day weekend.
The smell of barbecued meat wafting across my running path was torturous. I honestly considered committing an eat-and-run.
