Jogged across the Puente de la Amistad this morning, to the Plaza Las Americas in Boca del Rio. I was going pretty damned slow towards the end, but, as I keep repeating to myself as a mantra while running:
It's not the distance, it's the time...
It's not the distance, it's the time...
It's not the speed, it's just the time...
It's not the distance, it's the time.
Still not sure if that was a half hour -- my daily goal -- but I think it probably was. Leaving Veracruz tonight, so that was my last chance to try for this trip.
I'm tentatively calling the impetigo licked. Not completely cured yet, still have a couple of ugly sores on each hand, but the majority of the pain and redness is gone, and as long as no new lesions appear, I'm reasonably sure it's on the wane. It might be good for me to apply new honey-and-onion poultices for the night bus ride though. That combination is what seems to have made most of the difference.
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