Running, Travel

Qu’est-ce qu’on va faire à la plage? (What shall one do at the beach?)

After a good night’s rest, the Ninja Turtle and GodzillaPin decided this morning to hit the beach. Of course, by the time they mustered the energy to roll out of bed, have a decent breakfast, and organised their gear (it’s never easy to live out a suitcase… things get lost in random corners, important things like sunscreen), it was already noon. The day was slipping by too fast!

And of course, half the world was already there when they arrived

And of course, half the world was already there when they arrived.

GodzillaPin was hoping to catch some waves, but ended up bumming around on the sand in a haze of indolence

GodzillaPin was hoping to catch some waves, but ended up bumming around on the sand in a haze of indolence

While the Ninja Turtle came armed with a book to kill time

While the Ninja Turtle came armed with a book to kill time

Of course, with roads looking this beautiful...

Of course, with roads looking this beautiful…

And watching others engage in sports brought out the competitive side in the Ninja Turtle

And watching others engage in sports brought out the competitive side in the Ninja Turtle

So she went for a little run in the area, which almost killed her

So she went for a little run in the area, which almost killed her

It was far too hot, and the bottle of water did not suffice. The Ninja Turtle started out running in La forêt des Landes, but somewhere along the way, she got a little lost, and found herself loping past a military shooting practice ground (full of signs saying risk of death inevitable if trespassing), an industrial zone full of giant trucks zooming by which petrified the heck out of the Turtle, a little commercial area where about 50% of the businesses were bakeries, and finally the residential area, where the houses were unsurprisingly beautiful.

As she’s only started running after a 7-week ban from her physiotherapist (which she may or may not have foolishly broken once or twice), her excitement of being granted permission quickly turned to shock and despair as she discovered that fitness quickly gained is fitness quickly lost. She’s back to zero; distances and speeds which used to count as warm-up now leave her winded. It’s very humbling.

Nonetheless, she is plodding with caution, as she does not wish to risk another injury which may mean another few weeks or months out of action. She’s just savouring each run for the experience, and now on holidays, the change of scenery is definitely a welcome relief. Onwards and upwards!

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