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) 😉
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It's ok, I can take it. Lol. Apparently, according to my manual ('Gout Guide for Idiots'), beer and wine are not the best hydration options when faced with a potential flare-up. Then again, that was a holiday, right? 😂
My neighbour, just back from a cruise of Greek islands, is suffering thusly. He’s been in agony poor man. I’ve been walking his dog🐕
I’ve had a gouty big toe which drove me away from drink. I have kept the pain away with a daily fish oil capsule. Fingers crossed it keeps working 🙂
“Fateful dinner” made me laugh 😁. All that dosh and you end up crippled. Life is a joke innit 😫
Ah well you live to fight another day. Have paddle board will travel 👍
I noticed our Lidl had paddle boards in last week. I quite fancied myself messing about on the river. Looking at it though, covered in a green film like some primordial soup, I thought better of it and decided that terra firma was more my bag 🏃♀️
I hope you’ll soon be be back firing in all cylinders 💥🏃💪👍
Fateful dinner it certainly was. Lol.... Pedal board was acquired at my destination, not dragging that bugger all the way. And the photo was taken as I left the sea. Photos of myself falling into it in a spectacularly amazing fashion each time I attempted to stand up, I somehow decided not to publish. And my foe has almost left my big toe. I'm back out there running as of tomorrow. 😎
Urgh, that's no way to enjoy a holiday mrrun ! My husband's on medication for gout, all my fault because of what I feed him, cf our previous doctor.
Probably just as well said doctor had retired by the time I took up running, he'd probably have told me to stay at home and exercise by doing housework instead.
I had two options. One was what my doctor advised and that would leave me with some fruit, water, low fat yoghurt and some parched grass. Option ‘B’ was me thinking, look, if I thread carefully I could still have it all if I don’t go over the top. Now I clearly have to work on option ‘C’ which involves travel and dropping the guard. Late bloomer that I am, I will get there eventually. 😉
I've ordered a new cook book, trying to convince myself that there's some cool stuff in there (drops of cold water mixed with tepid water, perhaps - with a piece of leanest chicken part boiled to oblivion, garnished with one blueberry?).
I've got my martial class tomorrow where, realistically, all they have to do is step on my toe and I'm out. Lol. I'm still hoping to put on my running shoes by the end of this week. Whether my current diet will give me energy to run for more than 3 seconds remains to be seen. This is uncharted waters for me, hoping to navigate out of this as soon as possible. 😎🤪
Funnily enough, I remembered you as I was having some cold beer (top of the undesirables when it comes to gout) with my cousin from Toronto who joined us. I think my brain was going, ‘hey man, I can only give you so much warning’. What’d I do? I ordered another one. The shells simmered in anticipation.
I’m much better now, let’s hope I simply don’t forget the horror (I might set up a daily ‘horror’ reminder on my phone 😅).
The point where you realise that you can’t simply remember it all. My favourite one was a winter ago when I drove up to the river to run a half, and when I was about to start my watch I realised, oh, I left it at home… lol.
I guess I'm a bit paranoid about packing when travelling anywhere. Still, the result is, I tend to remember everything. The trickiest are skiing trips. I don't fully relax until I've started off down the first run.
I hate it! I detest packing. It’s the worst job! Because I hate it I give it scant attention so have to face the consequences. My husband usually ends up buying me a raincoat wherever we go 😁☺️
I always travel light, sometimes with a single bag. Always remember my simple items. This time, the mix of pending train strikes, inability to park at the airport due to skyrocketing prices, not being sure what running supplement to take due to extremely hot weather over there, all led to a simple slip. Simple, yet painful slip.
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