Three weeks after surgery on my pelvis for the removal of my metalwork and pins and six months after my last attempt at running, I was never going to set any records…
This was hard work, partly because the hotel’s gym inexplicably didn’t have water to drink, but mainly because here it’s above 5,000 feet and there’s less oxygen.
Went to the gym before breakfast at the H1898 and found the treadmill was occupied by a walker, so whilst I waited I did a stint on the bike.
Then I was too hungry to run to far – plus Mrs RHM had finished her workout – so just a short treadmill run.
To celebrate being 57 years old, I decided that trying to run along La Rambla for the H1898 hotel was going to be nigh-on impossible, so I did a treadmill run before breakfast instead.
It was lashing down this morning, so instead of running out from Fisherman’s Wharf, I had to use the hotel gym instead. Booooo!
My first run in 14 weeks! And yes, it was as hard as you’d imagine…
Day 2 here at the DusitD2 Kenz hotel so another 5km-ish
Seven weeks since my last trip overseas with work: same project, different continent.
Cheeky 5k in the hotel’s gym as it was too dark to dare some cross-country stuff on my preferred outdoor run.
Pissing down with rain and pitch black outside to even find the 1 mile trail around the hotel, so I made do with a hot and sweaty treadmill run.