Hello again, dear reader. I'm sorry to report I had an immensely bad time of it last night with 2.5 hours of stomach cramps and waking up feeling like I'd been kicked in the gut by a horse. The tablets I'm taking to try to solve the cramping problem combine to form a type of gastritis that makes it difficult to take a full breath in - at least I think that's the reason.
So I decided to get out early in case bits of me fell off later on and I felt too pathetic to make the 3 miles. So off I set at 7.53am, before breakfast which is much more conducive to running, round the lagoon in a howling gale. Well no actual rain but winds that threatened to blow all sorts of limbs off. I did 3,27 miles (31,09 mins @9,32/mile), so really rather sedate, but I did it and that's what matters.
Later on that day I decided to try another bike ride and ended up journeying up and enormous hill and across the island to get to Timanfaya national parc, up to the active (not today) volcano. A friend of mine said she wanted a photo of it so I thought I'd try it. Great ride, except for when you turned round to come back again and realised that a gale had been blowing you up the hill, and was blowing so gustily and strong that there was a fairly high chance of me either flying back or being detached from the rather lovely bike I was riding, and Paul would never have stood for that! So I pretty much flew home, in more ways than one. Quite an experience!
I then was cocky enough to think I was 'cured' and went out with the group on their 5 mile 'easy/recovery' run, which means flat out, eyeballs bulging for me to stay with them. True to fashion I managed about a mile with them then fell off the back, walking just a tiny bit to get my breath back. I notice that tightness in my breathing doesn't happen when I run at my own pace, so its unlikely its either a heart attack or too tight crop top. I trotted round in a not too bad time for a hilly off-road route in a strong wind.
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