Are you one of those when the first hint of a new season starts, embrace the different layers, or wait to see when others start switching up their wardrobe? I fall somewhere in-between. I start adding lighter/heavier layers but keep an eye for others doing the same so I don’t seem too eager!
I hope you had a great weekend! Saturday it was more than warm enough to take my new jacket for a spin. It felt quite liberating to be out of my winter coat! The warmer temps brought many to the beaches to promenade up and down (where are all these people when the weather’s not so nice?!). Cycling in was game of tactics and double guessing!
Full burpees at the gym, which are becoming easier. I still prefer to skip the press up however 30 burpees are the forfeit for no go Spartan Race obstacles and while I did 30, they were split in my circuit. 10 in a row is tough, 30 in a row? I’m working up to them! Trick, not to go all out, too fast, too soon! I’d made plans to sit outside for the first sun siesta of the year, however I got caught talking to a girl who’s also wants to run Spartan in October. After I excitedly walked to the terrace (first sun siesta!), clouds blocked out the sun. No sun siesta today. No yoga during Earth Hour either. I’d just got back an hour before so it was cat snuggles, Zinio, Nat Geo and food!
I’d wanted to do something different this weekend, explore somewhere different, break groundhog weekends. I did, but not how I’d envisioned. I’ve signed up for the El Corte Ingles 10km race in 2 weeks (free registration with the only department store in Spain, which swayed my decision!) so Sunday was my last longer run until afterwards. 18km, up the coast which was tough and just doable. My legs were having words with me afterwards.
2 weeks ago on my way back, every day I picked up for a week, 5, 10L bags of compost to repot all the plants ready for Spring. The weather’s either been a bit chilly or I’ve been too tired to re pot them the past 2 weekends. I said to myself it’s this weekend or never. I’m not the best green fingers, but I swear they were all happy and perky in their new surroundings afterwards. After cleaning up, it was too late to get the Cultural Museum I’ve been wanting to visit. Though tired from the run and feeling cooped up I needed some fresh air. A little bike ride along the beaches and then I saw MacDonalds. French fries! I tried to talk myself out of them, but that only made my craving worse. I was tempted to go to the drive through on the my bike, but that’s a little too cheeky. I remembered there’s a small MacDonalds in Port Olympic, amongst the sea food restaurants, Irish bars, Middle Eastern restaurants and clubs that are packed in the summer. I gave into the fries with a coffee and sat watching the last of the light fade by the marina. The hour change caught me out slightly the morning, with darkness, I love that it’s now still light at 8.15pm.
My trick to counter DOMS from long runs, is yoga. After Skyping with my Mum, I did Kathryn Budig’s Yogaglo, Love Yourself class help the hamstrings. The only problem, I fell asleep during savasana. Opps!
Does the hour change throw you, or are you, it’s just an hour, nothing like jet lag! Have a great week!