For once, my holiday to hot destinations made not so much difference to local temperatures in south London. It's hot everywhere, anywhere you go. Except there's no Adriatic Sea in south-east London and I cannot have fun on a SUP board in the local pond. Hence I packed my gear, my running kit, my electrolyte supplements and a few t-shirts and ended up in Croatia. Did I forget something? Maybe...
All started off well, relaxation levels went up, beer was cold. And then I relaxed too much. Years have passed since I had oysters. Even longer since I had king prawns. And then one evening I got served both, on a divine plate, as sumptuous as it should be. Cooked in wine. Eaten with wine.
And then, in the middle of the night I sensed the long lost feeling of a gout kick. I knew what to expect in the morning although my last attack was seven years ago. I never go anywhere without my gout meds, except this time.....this time I left them in London. Exit fun, enter pain. No run. No swim. No beer. On holiday. I knew I wouldn't be able to board the flight back in that condition so I pushed the date until I could walk. Fun. Fun. Fun.
So. Here I am back in south London, the lesson (hopefully) absorbed and learned. At least I can console myself with the fact that the meal was gorgeous, albeit a bit too pricey for what was to follow, but there you have it. I am hoping to start running as soon as the last hint of the attack has left my big toe. As always, I urge everyone not to copy what I do, whatever I do. Not worth it.
Hope the rest of you are all well and trouble free! 😀👍
(ps: photo taken during those happy days prior to the fateful dinner) 😉