No jogging companion. 1,151 kms. Another perfect running day but could barely move for some reason. Slow and slow and slow. Dodging gelato-licking tourists and pigeons, I tripped over a seat and fell, a bruise and some blood. 10 kms but a pace of 6:16 mins/km compared to yesterday’s 6:05. For some damned reason, I couldn’t stop grinning.