The smell of victory.
I started the day running the Friendly 3k marathon. I was clumped in the middle of the crowd when the race started. The start felt like a slow moving stampede of children, dogs on leashes, and baby strollers. Until finally, at the end of the first block people separated into a running group. The course went around a section of the west side and finished in front o the Glitnir bank. I jogged the whole way through finishing at 15:30.
I was a little sore in my left foot. Not that the race was to blame, but rather day to day stress from walking cobble stone streets.
The night continued with a costumed possession to Reykjavik harbor.