Just because the Games were going on didn’t mean Malcolm could slack off his training. With the whole seasonal Games, he now had several more chances of being reaped. Better to be over prepared than under. Although, being over prepared could be bad too.
Anyway, Malcolm was running, the sand giving way under his feet. The day was crisp, not as cold as it had been previously, but cold enough. The ocean met the land with rolling waves; the sound of them breaking constant in his ears. He’d been going to the shore more often the past few days and weeks and was glad he did so. Once in a while he’d go swimming, but not for long. He still had things to be done afterwards that couldn’t wait for hours. He had responsibilities. Today, though, was one of those rare days he didn’t have anything better to do, so, perhaps when he was done with his run, he could go swimming.
Glancing over the water he noticed someone had the same idea. Slowing down, he began to walk, moving around a chair and towel. Malcolm stopped and watched for a moment.