After a couple of weekend “5”s, another GNR warm/ramp-up today. A crazy 15km run in the middle of the day, in Spain, in August. It was fine actually. Sure, at times I wished I could just stop and walk, at other times I wished a car would come and hit me so I could just lie down for a bit. Mostly I just wished it was (were?) over.
Along to La Masia, over the tracks and out to Bel-Air, back to Maria Osso and up to the Dolce, back over the tracks and round to the Jardines del Terramar, round the back of the hotel, along to the Golf, back along the Paseo to Kansas and home.
Along the Paseo I was dying to finish while idly wondering if I’d imagined that there was a water fountain somewhere along there, and if there was where the bloody hell was it; my little bottle having run dry. It suddenly materialised, much to my relief, and a great whooping and cheering did ensue, at least in my head (I hope it was just in my head anyway). I think that’s the only reason this was a 15 rather than a 14-and-a-bit run.
I’ve drunk so much iced water since I got back that I’m now the only person in Sitges who’s actually cold.