I spent the morning on New Year's Day chasing Grady all over the Pigeon Point Lighthouse park. This was a rare moment of reflection as he enjoyed watching the waves bash into the rocks below the lighthouse.
In addition to all his running around outside, he and his cousin ran around the inside of the hostel for, literally, hours on end. He must have run several miles by the end of the evening and then ran some more when he woke up the next morning.
Doesn't he know I'm a cyclist and not a runner?
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