The Australians must have known we were coming. They put out all their street furniture just for me!
Actually, it’s some sort of quarterly neighborhood bulk junk pickup day. The occasion made for a great run. Though still a very sleepy run! I still have no idea what time or day it is… I am now posting this before I go to bed at 8 p.m. That was a long flight.New shoes! Nike gave me a pair of Free 3’s for helping out with the Nike Women’s Half training program. They are super cute and comfortable, but I don’t think I’d run more than ten miles in them. Not enough structure, and too wide for narrow feet like mine.
Still, they handled Brisbane’s never-ending hills pretty well!Don’t worry you guys… I have pictures of food for you too. Anthony’ mom is Italian, so get ready for a lot of delicious pictures over the next 10 days. This is what Australians call “slice,” sort of like what Americans call a “bar” or “bread” (as in the bread that’s not really bread, like banana bread):This kept us going during our 18-hour day.
Or at least it did until now. Goodnight!