Last Weekend of May Recap

Happy 1st June as the Americans say! I don’t think us Brits get Happy whatever days other than standard official Happy days, but we play along. When I taught English, I’d say to the kids they need to speak 2 English languages, British English and American English. British are more or less fluent in American English. We know sidewalk means pavement, jelly jam (jelly is jello to us), pants trousers, pantyhose (what a name!) tights, tights some call leggings (nope, they’re leggings), sweater jumper or cardigan (massive difference between the 2!), crisps chips, chips crisps, you’re welcome no worries (translates to no worries most other languages too. De nada: of nothing), the list goes on. I often wonder if some Americans know British English, is different, if they could translate like Brits do. I never get the dates: month, day. We write, day month and I forever get confused. Oh, any Americans reading, never say fanny pack to Brit. You’ll be met with either sniggers or a shock, disgusted look. Don’t you know anything? It’s a bum bag! Fanny means something completely different to us. Fanny’s a lady’s ‘front’ bottom as Kim from Australian Kath and Kim puts it. Don’t believe me? Google it!

I hope you had a great weekend! Mine was meant to be quiet, but with Primvera Sound, the first of Barcelona’s big music festivals this year, it was far from with little sleep. There’s a reason why music festivals are held in the middle of nowhere. The apartment building is about 3/4km away from where Primvera Sound’s held, but from how it’s positioned might as well be next door. Sound checks started at 10am, music went on until 6am. I’m all for people partying and having a great time, but 3 days of constant music is like a mosquito you can only hear, but can’t see to swat. Needless to say, I managed to twice get some sleep after 6am. Just as well I wasn’t working. Sunday, I think the whole neighbourhood partied. No music. Any good bands play? Erm, dunno. I think there was a punk band, which were kinda good from a sound distance. I didn’t appreciate the flashing lights at the 5am electronic set. What’s happening? I’m getting old and turning into my Dad!

Fridays, I’ve made into Spartan Race play runs. I have wall leading down to one of the beaches, that increases in height, I’m using as wall scaling practice. Unfortunately it’s like a narrow tunnel, so I can’t get a good run up, but I can clear 5ft! I told the guys I’m running with and they laughed. There are much higher walls and you get a hand, push up for the higher walls. Yeah, I know, but I gotta be able to scale some in my own! The only issue I have is landing more than the jumping down. I always think my ankle isn’t strong enough from when I nearly did in my Achilles. This is something I’m working at, but training is fun!

Friday’s run viewFriday Run View

Friday evening I had time to make it to the zoo before closing. 1 hour to run around and few visitors it felt I had the whole place to myself. Now it’s getting warmer, it feels like I’m there on a tropical island! I know being a vegan and visiting the zoo is some might say a contradiction, but it’s the only place I can find nature and tranquility in the city. They’re currently renovating many of the enclosures and most of the animals seem happy.

Saturday, I had my very own SATC moment. Remember the episode when Carrie never backed up her computer and lost everything? Erm, I may have played that part. Saturday’s I’ve made recently train at home days. Now it’s getting warmer, I want to be outside more and it’s nice to hang out with the cats more. Being outside more translates to beach time, but no gym means I’m freer for catch up jobs. Anyways, after workout and the beach, I headed to Apple.

My at home workout partner. Mr Aj Workout Partner

My mac’s been playing up for a while and to cut a long story short, it’s got a system network corruption which also means it’s got little space to work with. It’s meant to back up to time machine or the white Mac tower thing, automatically but doesn’t. When they checked the last back up date, 14th Dec 2014, I felt embarrassed and a bit stupid. Didn’t I learn anything from Carrie? Always back up your files! I told the guy I felt like that time when Carrie forgot to back up her files and he laughed. He knew what episode I was talking about. Not sure what that says about him, but that was me deflecting my embrassment. As for the Mac, back up files, take it back for them to reset and reinstall all programs. Better they do it not me. My mum and I have issues with electronic goods. Things just happen that aren’t meant to normally happen.

Cycling to the Apple Store along Rio Besos. I could catch the metro, but I feel safer in this part of the city cycling, especially at night. Cycling back, I cycle back with the bats. That beats the metro any day! The park was closed which is why I wasn’t cycling the path below, otherwise you bet I would be!Rio Besos

Sunday, I overslept thanks to the music. But what can I do? It’s not everyday, so have to let it slide. I was slightly worried to was too late to run early afternoon with the heat, however it was quite windy, which helped. 12km with some monkey bar and muscle ups play. I’m getting better and have 4 months to train/play until Sparten to get really good! I even included the pier as now everybody’s sunbathing, there’s less traffic to negotiate.Badalona PierWater off Badalona Pier

The run and lack of sleep caught up with me later, so a beach siesta was needed. When you live near the sea and especially in the summer, you’ll find an excuse, any excuse and way to visit the beach!

How was your weekend? When was the last time you backed up your computer? Music until 6am, yes/no or only in certain circumstances? 

Weekend Recap. Cracked iPhones, Race Day, Birthday Reflection

Has anyone got one of those robotic vacuum cleaner sweeper things that automatically clean floors, navigates obstacles, that cats occasionally like to sit on for a free ride across the room? If so, does it work? Does it with it’s roundness get in corners? If so, one would be a little slice of pie right about now. It would be one less chore to do. Does it empty itself too?

I hope you had a great weekend! I can’t believe how fast this year going. I only realised yesterday that in just under a month is my birthday. It’s a big one for me. It’s not a 0, it’s a 5, marking half a decade. This next 5 things start to go south so to speak. It’s also an eye opener, there’s so much I still want to do, see, and achieve but there so many everyday chores I get caught up in that bog me down. I know I can’t have my cake and eat it, but can the cake at least be a zesty lemon flavour while I attempt balance everything and achieve what I still want to achieve before my age on paper works against me? I feel there’s a world out there of adventures waiting. While Barcelona is my home, I still don’t feel like I belong, a feeling I’ve had all my life. Birthdays. Always a time for reflection. When you’re young you can’t want to grow up, when you’re all grown up, you don’t want to age!

Best cycle commuter path in the city!
Cycling to the gym

Mishap Nat made her appearance this weekend. Last Sunday running the park I dropped my iPhone while changing by the bike. Later I noticed a tiny crack in the bottom left corner of the screen. Saturday at the gym, while doing single leg bridges with one foot on a medicine ball I hear a crunch noise. Didn’t think anything of it. My phone was in it’s Spi belt (not matter how tight you tighten it it’s not for burpees or any kind of jumping) as usual. In the changing room, I take out the phone and its completely smashed. Cracked all around the home button and all up the screen like veins. I felt empty. I called P (the phone still works) to apologise knowing it’s an unwelcome expense this month. As always he’s cool about it which doesn’t make me feel any better! My early night for race day gone as I had to go to Apple and see the score. Earliest they can seem me, Wednesday. €109 to be fixed if the computer inside isn’t damaged. I asked how long it’ll take and I must have got the one assistant who detests people who harm Apple products; ‘ It depends on how many phones are to be fixed that day’. ‘Roughly? Wednesday’s busy, Thursday forget it. Just a rough time so I can schedule’. ‘It depends on how many phones are to be fixed that day. Pick an appointment time’.

Via Laitana cycling into the city centre. Via Laitana

Race day Sunday. Spain’s only department store  El Corte Ingles 37th annual 10km run. Free registration. The best things in life are free. There’s also no such thing as free dinner. The race’s motto is ‘You Are First In The Race’. Everybody runs together regardless of your age or skill. If you had your own timing chip, you had the privilege of different start line and head start. Those like me who don’t, as soon you as hit the start line, you crashed into walkers (with walking poles!), teenagers pausing to start music, run trackers, find each other and bottle necked. It was a fun fight breaking free, jumping pavements, weaving in and out of parked motos, bins, others doing the same. The course snaked up and around Montjuic (the mountain home to the castle and palace) with one lap around the Olympic track (no photos during races!), so no 10km PB! Another highlight was at 3km passing a fire station and being hosed 😉 Any race that passes through the streets of Barcelona, you’re sure to be cheered on by standers which does help when you pass the 10km mark and remember it’s a 10.76km race!

Cycling to the 9.30am start lineCycling to the start line

Start line

Finish lineEl Corte Ingles 37a Cursa 2015 finish line

One reason why I was never scouted!
El Corte Ingles 37a Cursa 2015 finish line

I won’t be running it next year as for me it was too badly organised. I’d packed my bag the night before only to realise in the shower that morning there was no mention of a bag cloakroom. Double checking the race info, confirmed this. I’d already planned to go to the gym afterwards to sunbathe so made a diversion on the way into drop off my bag. I’m glad I did as there wasn’t one. A lot of people were caught out and ran with rucksacks. One poor girl ran with her shoulder bag. Speaking with a gym receptionist afterwards who’s ran it a few times, said with this particular race, they’re never have a cloak room. Approx 10,000 runners, no cloak room, no toilets and it rates itself as one of the best in Europe. You live and learn!

Reverse sunset cycling back Sunday evening. Reverse Sunset

Sunday afternoon after sun siestas, it was too much of a nice day to be stuck indoors. I caught up with chores, said I’ll do the rest later and missed the last entry for the zoo. Change of plan. The recently refurbished, Museu de Cultures Del Mon, which I’ve been meaning to visit for some time. Post to follow! Cultural Museum BarcelonaCultural Museum Barcelona

The weekend wasn’t a complete mishap. I got to run Montjuic, the 1992 Olympic track, see the early morning sun over sea, sunbathe and find a leopard print scarf I’d completely forgot I had in the back of my wardrobe. Sometimes it’s the little things that make the day.

What’s been the least organised race you’ve attended? Are birthdays a time of reflection or are you like my Dad, stop counting them and forget how old his children are?