In a summer subdued by the threat of rockets, the boardwalks lining the Tel Aviv coastline, on any balmy night, are filled with dozens of runners, joggers and walkers, moving along the path at various paces.

Those exercising are out in such force, in fact, you might have to take a quick step to the right or hop to the left, to dodge the onslaught of determined triathletes, marathoners, couch-potatoes-turned-milers and housewives-turned-joggers. There are the beeps of watches, the slip-slap of running shoes on pavement, the yells of coaches and personal trainers, and snippets of conversation between running partners – a cross-section of society, all out to get their evening sweat.


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