My busy city looks deserted today… It’s denizens are still asleep.
This week’s long run was in perfect, perfect, perfect weather, of the kind you can only dream of – not too cold, not too hot, with just the lightest of breezes to keep things interesting.
The gulls were still out in full force, taking advantage of the low tide and scaring most of the other birds away as they flocked along the river.
Still, I got to see two cormorants fishing, diving to great distances.
Or just hanging out on the trees:
A great 10k run, the last one before the Tel Aviv marathon.
Started out a bit later than I planned, but got going anyway.
The tide receded so much that you could see the treacherous rocks usually hidden under the waves in the dog beach.
The gulls were out in full force again, taking over the river.
A moorhen paddled in the shadow of a boat.
Gulls and night heron enjoying the boats.
A cormorant swam in the river, in search of fish.
A pied kingfisher was on the lookout too:
All in all it was a great 10k run in beautiful weather.
It was cold and windy and boy did I not want to go outside to run, but a training plan is a training plan and I have a race coming up, so…
The beach was still half flooded from last night’s storm.
The waves were incredible and the water was brown with sand and silt.
Seagulls had pushed inland and had taken over most of the river, forcing the other waterfowl away.
Cormorants had moved up the river as well, and a dejected goose took refuge on the banks.
9k done despite the cold weather.