Fortunately, my runs across St. Lucia and St Kitts did not bring me any misfortune. After about 20 more miles of running, I just had more soreness in my muscles, more great images of the islands and one proud moment. As I completed immigration in St. Lucia, the official found that my passport was too thick to squeeze through the little slit in the window typically used for this exchange. He looked perplexed for a moment, then defeated - got out of his seat and walked around to the other side of the glass to hand me my passport. I'll have to added this to the, "You know you are obsessed with travel when _______" list.
Running and Recovering in St. Lucia
Running and Recovering in St. Kitts