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I’ve blogged about incorporating running into my life on a few
occasions. I’m very proud to say that I’ve gone from managing a few paltry,
sweaty, wheezy minutes, to comfortably (or not) plodding along for 45. In
December this fell by the wayside, which is criminal during one of our cooler
months. Blame work I say (in fact, blame work for a lot, but that’s another
story!).
Anyhow I’m back into a sort-of routine with it and have embraced the
beach running track. Yes, much like South Beach in Miami or Bondi in Sydney,
the beach is like a magnet for all sorts of activity in Dubai, and running is
one of them.
The track down at Jumeirah 1 is a joy: not just for its amazing bounciness
(I swear my legs and shoulders sigh with relief when I step onto it) but also
for the sheer number of people you see getting out and enjoying the weather. It’s
in no way cramped, but full of all ages, creeds and colours, walking, running,
rollerblading, or just playing on the sand and walking along the shore.
As the track meanders along the beach front houses, it’s a nice
distraction to stare at the trillion dollar properties and imagine ‘could I
live there?’ (Answer: yes. YES.) But mainly it’s a simple pleasure to plod
along with some guilty pleasure tunes (Tom Jones anyone?) and soak up the
friendly atmosphere. I won’t be breaking any land speed records but it’s so
good for the soul. And that’s what counts.
