This week I have been in Dubrovnik having a little rest and recuperation, but despite only paying for one small suitcase to share with Mr Razouski, I did manage to find a small space for my running shoes, shorts and vest. And thank goodness I did.
The first few days we spent exploring the sights in Dubrovnik and the Island of Lokrum, my aching legs from my long run last Saturday being only slightly challenged by the flights of steps up the hillside back to our apartment. However yesterday’s big adventure was to the medieval town of Ston, and I was determined to run there.
It is famous for having a wall, which was where I intended to run. The guide book had waxed lyrical about it, but as some of the previous attractions hadn’t quite lived up to the guidebook hype we were managing our expectations, and expected to see a few metres of defensive wall by the town.
So I was completely blown away as the bus turned a corner to reveal the true majesty of the wall in all its glory. Had I really said I would run it?
Well I gave it a good go, although for a 5k run I was pretty slow, and the steps were so steep I’m not sure you could describe my lolloping as running, there was an awful lot of stumbling along. Mr Raz found it too high and scary and descended after a few minutes walking, but took some pics. (You May be able to spot me in my red top in one of the photos) The view from the wall was stunning, and although it was no PB it has to be one of the most exhilarating runs I’ve had.
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