The rowing miles are going reasonably well -- 6 out of 7. But the running? I've managed to add just a single 'merit mile' to my total, so after a week, I'm already 5 behind.
The situation may not improve over the next week. In an hour or two, we are packing up the car and heading down one of the world's greatest drives (not that I can say that with any authority -- but it is very nice, and certainly beats the M25) -- the San Bernardino Pass -- which takes us through Ticino, the Italian bit of Der Schweiz, to Milan. Weirdly, in 5 years here I've not been to Milan, though it's only 3.5 hours away. From there to Verona to see the famous open-air opera (not usually my thing but this event has always sounded like one for the bucket list). Then up through Austria, and a night in Innsbruck, sneaking back home through Liechtenstein -- where I may just hole up for a few years if Greece implodes over the next week and takes down the entire European economy with it.
I don't expect our back-street B&Bs to have rowing machines so expect to see this line drop on my graph -- when I do my spreadsheet. But I will pack my running shorts -- the ones with the mercifully elasticated waistband. More important, I will pack my best intentions too, though as we know, these frequently remain undisturbed at the bottom of the suitcase.
El Gordo
Great things are done when men and mountains meet.
