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to be reduced to around 50 or 60 kilometres. I will have to try to make
up the lost kilometres sometime when trucks aren't using me for target
practice.
Killer trucks and buses aside, running in Guatemala is easier than
in Mexico. There, because I was straining to keep pace with the escort
vehicles, I felt stressed almost all of the time. I was pushing hard to
keep up. I couldn't rest. You'll recall—or perhaps you've pushed the
thought out of your mind—that I had diarrhoea there, and it was such
a chore to get them to stop while I took a toilet break. I like to walk a
little way while I'm eating, but with the escort setting the pace I was
running flat out, trying not to spill my bowl of cereal or mug of tea.
I've been eating well. Coconuts (and coconut milk fresh from the
shell, deftly sliced open by local kids with machetes—delicious, and
not at all bad with a dash of Red Bull for energy), lychees, pineapples,
mangoes, corn: all kinds of fruit and vegetables abound because of the
hot, rainy climate and rich soil. I'm drinking 10 litres of water a day on
the run, and a few more when I finish.
The days have a sameness to them: hot and humid until a tropical
