Hello all! I managed to get out this morning for a run, exactly a week after my last one. Getting a tad fed up with having such long intervals between one and another but my situation is still tricky and last week was positively evil, both in terms of work, chaotic preparations for my eldest daughter's 11th birthday party and having a stinking cold. My husband was home for the weekend again but it's only for a couple of days which doesn't really enable more than one run (plus Saturday I tend to be very tied up with work).
I had very low expectations of this morning. I was feeling better but still a bit grotty, a week always feels like a long time without running, and I didn't even get to do very much else in terms of exercise this week - just one very half-hearted kettlebell session as I recall. The gremlins were noisy this morning and made me faff like a faffy thing before leaving - I usually like to throw on clothes, clean my teeth and go, but this morning I messed about making cappuccino and so on.
But it was glorious. October days in Rome - "ottobrate Romane" - are famous throughout Italy for the divine weather and beautiful light, and this was a perfect example.
Admittedly there were far more people out than usual as I didn't leave until 8 and I did a but they were mostly runners and cyclists (apart from the massive crowd of tourists waiting outside the Colosseum - I gave them side-eye as the Colosseum is MINE when I am running, and mine only). This meant I could not do my lap of it so to increase my distance on the way back I decided on the home run to take a detour up to the Direzione Anti-Mafia building. I couldn't help smiling at the fabulous Italian-themed clichés of today's run which basically took me to the Colosseum, to the Direzione Anti-Mafia, and finally to the Vatican.
And the crowning glory - after I finished, just a few metres down the road I found myself in the midst of a swarm of Fiat 500s in every colour of the rainbow - a gathering of a 500 owners' club. They were just beautiful. A gentleman was getting out of a lovely glossy red one as I passed and struck up a conversation, seemingly oblivious to my puffy red sweatiness. He was like a sort of old school Toad of Toad Hall, with his cravat and rigid brown leather suitcase, but the style was very natural to him and he was exquisitely polite. We chatted a little while about those wonderful cars and I marvelled at how good it is for the soul to get out and about doing fun things on a Sunday morning, whatever your own personal fun thing may be.
I am very aware that it takes more effort to me to get to the end of my runs now that I'm only managing one a week but that's hardly surprising. Still doing ok though and can't wait to increase the frequency again. My husband isn't coming back next weekend so I'll have to make some special efforts to get babysitting cover and am unlikely to manage a morning run at the weekend, which is a pity, but I'll figure something out.
Hope you are all having a good weekend!