Holidays are pretty cool! And despite far too much food and drink I'm keeping up my running (and also doing vast amounts of walking). Sunday saw me slipping and sliding on very muddy paths in vineyards near Carcassonne. The weather was not brilliant, a bit damp and I was very slow, partly because I didn't know where I was going. But I did 5k and flabbergasted the friends and family I was with! Yesterday I stole a few names of people in this community as I became a canal runner and was running with dogs (well one dog). Me and my sister headed off to the "canal de midi" to walk her springer spaniel. I said I would run, she would walk and that's what we did. Poor old Flora was very confused by this and spent the first ten minutes running between us, leaping up at me to try and make me go back and join the pack. In the end she gave up and stayed with me. Glorious weather, quite warm and hardly any people on the towpath. Ran for less than 5k, but over 30 mins and loved it. Another run due tomorrow - should I go for the hills?
We are also doing loads of walking, which I love. The weather is perfect, sunny but not yet too hot and we've been heading into the hills every day for anything between 5 and 15 k. Views over the little towns in southern France are fantastic. I love the landscape with the cypress trees, the gorse just starting to blossom and the first spring flowers coming up. The first days the ground was very wet and we all gained about three inches in height as the mud - well, it was more like clay - stuck to our boots. We scrambled up hillsides, sometimes on hands and knees, hauling ourselves up on tree roots. I love it. Today we hiked for about 15 k, up hills, through valleys in gorgeous pale sunshine. Tired now as it was a bit up and down, but a good tired feeling.