October. The Yellow and Orange Month

Layering season’s begun! More importantly the 1st is Diesel’s 11 birthday! Happy Birthday Mr D, the cheekiest, happiest go lucky, talkative, has to have last say being naughty, who uses walls for propulsion, still chases his tail, bites his nails, acts like a teenager, has his face in everything cat I know. Cute equal only to his brother!Birthday Boy!

October’s began! The only month for me that feels like autumn. November’s always too cold or it was in the UK to be considered autumn, though here it’s still mild. It’s a game of layers. Chilly mornings and evenings, warm during the day. Aside from the possible 2, 26C days next week, from here until Spring next year I’ll live in black leggings. For running errands, cycling everywhere, dressing up and dressing down black leggings are my uniform. This year it’s Fabletics Salar leggings and I’m loving the fit, material and price. Lightweight yet warm! Last winter I wore Lululemon Wonderunders, but I wasn’t impressed the quality or that legs and waist stretched quickly. Waist band up to my bra? No thanks!

Slight wardrobe crises have also began. I’ve lived in shorts since May which are so much easier to dress and pair up. Layering means I have to put a little more thought opening my wardrobe. I don’t like wearing jackets, as I find they don’t suit me. I love gilets, but when out I either feel scruffy or too where’s my Land Rover depending in on the top underneath. I’d love to skip the jacket, however cycling everywhere, a cardi isn’t always enough with the wind factor, a jumper I can’t undo when I get hot yet my arms are still chilly. Some days I need an extra bag just to carry around scarf, jacket, jumper. If I had a car, it’ll be filled with wardrobe options. I’m not joking! If P’s here and we go on the motorbike, I automatically get the top pannier box. It’s the largest!

One thing I miss about British autumns are the crispy afternoons, the misty mornings and the leaves falling. I never really notice yellow and brown leaves falling here until late December, when it gets cold. Here has it’s own little climate bubble thanks to the sea. Instead of crisp afternoons, we get storms, like this week. All day drizzle and wind, that’s deceptively cold, but is actually warm. Perfect for running in! The following day, the wind eases up, sunny skies, yet the swell remains. Go into the centre on those days, not even a hint of a breeze!

Windy beach run Wednesday! My favourite running weather!

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Calm wind ThursdayCalm wind and swellCalm wind the day afterCalm wind and swellCalm wind and swell

P mentioned a few weeks ago that he’d read autumn was once called fall in the UK. Not quite believing him I did some research. It’s true. All these of tsh, Americans, it’s autumn, not fall! Erm, I’ll have to give them that one. British did once call autumn, fall. Then some went to America and some high society British decided to adopt the French automne then before you knew it, it’s autumn not fall. Which makes perfect sense as the leaves fall, you fall back and spring forward with the clocks!

What’s your favourite thing about autumn Fall? Did you know English is a Germanic language, not Romantic or Latin? I lost count how many times I had to explain that one when I taught English as foreign language!

Eclipse, 1/2 Marathon, Monday Whites

Oh Monday, you really know how to work it. Some Mondays I welcome your new start. Other Mondays I prefer if it was Tuesday like yesterday. 3 white strands found by 10am. Nooo! Please no! I did what any other self respecting strawberry blonde would do. Fetched the tweezers and Googled what age do red heads loose their colour. Fingers crossed, it’s some time yet and we fade out. Blonde to white if I let it. Which I won’t. I envision a great deal of tears at the hairdressers. I’m trying to conivence myself that every year I find 2 in roughly the same place. These however weren’t in the aforementioned places. They in addition sparked off in 2 months it’s my birthday, the what I’m doings, where I’m goings. Not the best place to be on a Monday.

I hope you had a great weekend! The wind’s still relentless. It’s been non stop for the past few weeks. Add rain, the weekend was a washout. Friday, it wasn’t my intention but I managed to conencide my run with the partial solar eclipse. I ran the beaches and for a few minutes, watched my shadow become nothing and back. The UK and parts of Northern Europe experienced a full eclipse while those in Southern Europe and parts of Northern Africa, a partial eclipse. Quite a few people had gathered on the beaches, a few school classes and professional photographers. If you didn’t know it was happening that day, you won’t have noticed anything different. The clouds eased up slightly just in time and I was able to get a little peek. I forgot to get special glasses so stood with my back the sun and every now and then turn take photos and a peek. The quality isn’t great as I used my camera phone, but the beach was the best place to experience it. Friday was also an expensive learning day. Eating lunch, I placed my sunglasses on the food tray, reminding myself before I put the empties in the bin, remove sunglasses. I forgot. By the time I realised and went back, the bin was too full for me to even think about retrieving them. Lesson, learnt, don’t put sunglasses, valuables or any personal items on lunch trays.

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Saturday morning was a washout. The whole day was grey. Thanks to waiting out the rain and being in a mind haze, gym time was late. However I got to catch up with a friend and neither would I have remembered that late Saturday afternoons the functional training area is relatively empty. Translation I have all that space to myself to play in!

Not even surfers were allowed to play!

No surf today

Cycling back. Sea spray replaced rain. Sea spray

Sunday, I decided to run 21km/half marathon up the coast. I’ve officially signed up for the Spartan Race Super (it’s the only race that’s ever asked for my blood type. Gulp.). The Super’s 13km with 20 plus obstacles. It’s going to take a little longer than a normal 13km. My reasoning, if I can run 21km, I should be okay with energy and endurance over the course. My goal was run it in under 2 hours, which I just did, 1:58. My first 1/2 marathon! The wind didn’t help going, 4km in pony tail became a bun and coming back, was a little easier thanks to being pushed! While my legs were fine, (Seriously, no aches, tightness, nothing and fine at the gym Monday. I guess all the cycling the recent wind tunnels has made them legs of steel!) Sunday and Monday evening, sleep repair and TV won (Korea again, thanks Netflix!). 1/2 Marathon

I do have to thank those 3 white strands for something. I’ve made it my resolve that if next weekend’s it’s not raining, I have to explore the city more, do something different, visit somewhere different. Monday’s post is my least favourite to write. I didn’t intend this blog to be diary, which is how Mondays are. If I don’t want to be an repetitive diary, I have to break groundhog weekends and explore. Simple or change writing direction. Suggestions?

What are you looking forward to this week? White hairs: accept, dye, colour, forever young?