Hello you lot!
I don’t tend to advertise on the internet that I’m going on holiday. It might be paranoia, but I feel that it rather asks for the house to be burgled. Imagine my shock and horror when we get back home to see an A4 sign in my small daughter’s window to say “I am on holiday and will be back on 25th October”. Words were exchanged. Thankfully there had been no attempt on the house this time.
Sicily has been enjoying the last throes of summer warmth, and temperatures reached 26 or so. We ate outside every evening, and more to the point did lots of outside stuff. Swimming in the outdoor pool was OK, not quite hypothermic, but a mile at a time was enough. I did go into the sea, which was lovely, right until I felt something brush my chest and then OUCH! Fackin’ jelly fish. I now sport a very bright red tattoo mark that is like a potato print of a jelly fish on my arm. A coldish pool was more inviting after that.
According to my Garmin, the hotel was at 560ft. The sea, (obviously) was at 0ft, and when I ran up the hill I made 1350ft. The run to the sea was 1 mile. Up the hill was a zigzag total of 6 miles round trip. It appears that the leg strength is OK, no idea about endurance or speed!
Physio visit after I got home, and guess what? I’m older, tighter, and have been doing odd stuff like swimming.
Brain dump completed, now I’ll try and find out what’s been going on.