Well... not quite.
Wellington is the capital city, the city of arts and dirty streets, and they said a weather that drive you crazy. I've been lucky that all times I went there the gods were nice to us. This weekend was no exception and I walked up and down those nice streets for the whole day and night.
The way back was suppossed to be a 12 hour train ride through beautiful countryside but that didn't happen, instead I drove 9 hours from A to B so we could make it home.
The result: legs tired, mind tired, heart full of joy, went to bed after 11pm... missed swimming in the morning.
But I didn't feel guilty. As coach says, there is no such a thing as a make up workout. Today I decided to listen and play safe.
Out for a pm run and I could only warm up when a strange kind of cramp (see attached explanatory figure) started giving me a hard time. I thought I could run through it but it only got worst, so after 10 minutes I was out of the track. wondering what the hell it is that happened.
I also changed the design of the blog, out of boredom.
Date: 14 June
Comment: unescheduled pit stop... to be continued