And so start the last of my French runs. We’ve found, okay, Paul found an apartment. All we need now are removers and to say goodbyes.
Paul travelled down late Sunday afternoon to Barcelona to look at a few potential places. After 2 weeks searching he found one that has a good enough kitchen for him and sunlight for me and the cats. I still haven’t got my head around that we’re moving. Knowing me the day after I will, when it’ll hit me, we’ve finally did it.
Soon the sun will start rising from behind the mountains. I’m a very lucky girl as I’ll still be able to see the sunrise each morning in Barcelona. Paul looks after me!
Fortunately the thief from last week didn’t take all our bikes, so I’ve still been getting my daily fresh air fix. It’s missing a front brake, but its better than nothing. My yoga is coming nicely too. I’m finally incorporating half moons and tree poses back into my practice. It’s been while since I practiced them thanks to my ankle. Sometimes you just have to throw caution the wind and go for it.
Tree on the way to work Monday. Spot the stags head.
Hill sprints in this morning 7km run along the Cap. Sprint up the hill, recover on the way down. I have a love hate relationship with interval/HITT/fartlek runs. I love the benefits. Running them sometimes I question why, especially when it’s windy like today. When the wind’s behind me, they’re not so bad!
Yesterday, I finally got my long overdue hair cut. Going to the hairdressers isn’t my favourite activity. I love the head massage and the people watching. The cut, itself I’m not always happy with, especially when they cut the layers too short. Yesterday, I didn’t notice until I got home, that there were hardly any layers at all. My hair’s fine, so when it’s all one length it looks flat and lifeless. Normally I’d put up with it for another 2 months. For some reason I called the hairdressers this morning and explained the situation. They said it’s not a problem, come back and we’ll fix it. So I did and they added the layers free of charge. I thought situation might be a little awkward but, they were fine about it. So ladies speak up if you’re not happy with your cut. They want your custom again and for you to recommend them to others, so don’t be shy, say something! And throw in a smile. That always helps!
Have you ever had a haircut nightmare? Do you like running hill sprints? Do you enjoy running in the wind?