Lessons To Be Learnt

#1 Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it.

I’ve been saying I’d like an afternoon to just sit, read magazines and not rush around. I got what I asked for. After nearly falling flat on my face running downhill on the trails yesterday (I got distracted, okay), I didn’t listen to that inner voice today saying, Stop! Look at what you’re doing! Using dumbbells for ladder runs, I trip over sideways on one. Result: swollen foot, it would have to be the left and limping on both feet. Can I audition for the Walking Dead?!

This weekend was first of many firsts. There always seems to be a few days with each changing of the season that you actually feel the season. Saturday was the first day without the need of a coat, light jacket or radiators on. We had a fun afternoon in Nice. I completely forgot to look for sandals as I got distracted trying to find shorts appropriate for someone over 23. I’m not keen on the 90’s revival (think Beverly Hills 90210), especially those high waisted denim shorts. I felt old wandering the racks, but liberated I don’t feel the need to wear this trend as I did way back in 1995! It’s just as unflattering then as it is now! I’m grateful I wasn’t shopping with my Mother as I would have done in 1995. She would announce at the top of her voice ‘It’s all boring!’. Back then I wanted the ground to swallow me whole! Fortunately, classic styles are still out there for us chic ladies thanks to the internet!

Best Micheal Jackson Thriller impression. Practising for today with my foot. Seriously, can’t take me anywhere!

Sunday was finally warm enough to wear shorts running! First time this year! The park was busy with picnickers, but as soon as we were on the trails it was quite. We ran together for a while and then ran our separate paths. Paul’s faster than me and as I wasn’t feeling it I’d have only slowed him down. I stuck mostly to the flats as I was tired and my calves were a little tight. If I hadn’t I wouldn’t have found new trails to explore. It was a slow 10km with birds, butterflies and lizards/geckos scamping across the path. Afterwards we stopped off at the beach with post run ritual coffees for the first beach siesta of the year!  The sun was so warm I didn’t want leave! We only did for hunger.This chica needs some sun!

This time of year is also the first of the last few weeks Paul and I have together before the yachting season starts in May. If I’m lucky I see him a few times before June and then again in late September/early October depending on the boat. Bitter Sweet. I’m happy I’ve got a few more weeks of him around to look after me while my foot gets better. He might want to the season to start now!

Do you get excited by the first of the seasons? What has been your most embarrassing injury?