15 miles

[Charliecat5]

Since Almeria I have racked up a total of 4 km worth of running.  But… I have spent a week in the magnificent mountains of France throwing myself (and my family) down their slippery slopes with nowt but planks strapped to our feet.

Beautiful snow, clear blue skies and crisp mountain air – it was a glorious week.  It is interesting to note that we were skiing somewhere between 50 and 60 miles a day… but replacing the calories, and more, with hot chocolates (and squirty cream, obv.), ribeye steaks and copious amounts of Belgium beer.

The only thing that marred the week slightly was a constant battle with a cold.  This is a cold that reared its head before and during the Almeria weekend, but somehow I kept at bay throughout the week before we headed south.   It really is a story of mind over matter (or ‘snotter’ in this case) as I was resolute I wasn’t going to let a cold get in the way of my skiing.   So all week I lived on Nurofen cold and flu tablets and set out each morning like a loony, determined to eke out every last ounce of the day. 

But now I have arrived home, my body has rebelled.  I ache… I have a cold… I’m feeling somewhat depressed to have left my beloved mountains behind.  I’m sad to have missed out on this weekend’s running shenanigans in and around Lewes.  
 
So there's only one thing for it… It’s time to start planning… there has always got to be an adventure in the pipeline.   Moyleman… Lake District… surfing... touching my toes... On on on…