Then of course the whole weekend is spent doing laundry, grocery shopping, a bit of cooking (but not nearly as much as I'd normally do.) Did my first run on Sunday morning and it was OK - not great, not bad, just an average run. For mysterious reasons unknown to me, Mr. Helen decided to come with, which is just ridiculous because the man runs 8 minute miles on average. My run did feel good. It felt good to move my body that way after however many days of not doing that and strolls on the beach. HOWEVER. (or but. isn't there always a but?) There I was huffing and puffing and feeling the run and the hills and he spent 5.2 miles practicing Thai Combos, knees, and cariocas, alternated with sprints and running in place while he waited for me. If it wasn't so funny I probably would have been horrified lol!
At least one or two more vacation posts coming including the food and fashion. I know you can't wait!