I remember the first run I did abroad after I did c25k in 2019. It was in Florence, by the river. I remember that sense of strength and adventure. I'm sure I wasn't running fast because I never do but I felt flowing and comfortable. Running abroad is something i have loved ever since. This last few months have been very frustrating. Like many of us here I have been repeatedly knocked over the winter by colds and flu, getting up after every knock I managed to get back to 5k and then every time I needed to have another two or three weeks off and went back to square one. Just before we came away I'd done my first 6k since last summer, was on the way through the magic plan for the fourth time and then a complete stinker of a cold actually sent me to bed. Now we are in Spain in the campervan and five days ago I decided I needed to get back to running. Four weeks off was in danger of stretching into five and that would be the longest time without running for 4 years. Can't stop now! Run 1 was 20 minutes of running and walking, run 2 25 minutes of the same. Yesterday I ran for half an hour without stopping, at my usual snail's pace but feeling OK. This is where I ran, by the blue sea under a blue sky. How could you not want to get out again? So it was 30 minutes again this morning with the wind in my face and the sound of the waves. Today was easier. My legs felt good, my breathing easy. I had time to look and listen. I'm back again.
Perfect run. How lucky we are to be able to do it.