Tomorrow, I’m leaving Cyprus to spend the summer in England.
This last two weeks I’ve been squeezed in a tiny apartment in Paphos surrounded by suitcases and if it hadn’t been for my trusty packing cubes my running would have never happened; I’d never have found all my stuff amongst all the mayhem.
I plodded through an easy couple of 5Ks by the sea. The weather is hotting up and so am I. I soaked a flannel in cool water and draped it around my neck. I had a bottle of water with me but I’m starting to think I’ve got this bit wrong…
Currently I’m reading the book Roar by Dr Stacy Sims who is often quoted as saying “Women are not small men. Stop eating and training like one”. Sims devoted a whole chapter to menopause (yeah!)
I was engrossed by her stance on fuelling during a race. She loathes gels and says eat real food instead (figs, dates, tiny homemade sandwiches or bites) and also says we’ve got our hydration all wrong. Sims claims that plain water is not enough and that many sports electrolyte drinks are poorly formulated. Incorrect hydration can (amongst other things) make us nauseous. As this is one of my recurring issues I decided to take her advice and invest in some sachets of one of her recommended formulas; Skratch labs. They have just arrived in my porch and I can’t wait to try them when I reach England.
I’ve also suffered from very itchy skin this week. All over. I covered myself in any moisturiser I had to hand but am on a mission to find the most effective one so I’ll let you all know what I find.
Plus I needed emergency dental treatment-all part of my continuing MENOPAUSAL FALLING APART.
But as soon as my feet tread UK turf, I HAVE PLANS.
- I’m going to do a parkrun.
- I’m enrolling for swimming lessons-I’m getting slowly pulled into the idea of some wild swimming and although my front crawl is passable my breaststroke is non existent. I can do the froggy arms and legs for as long as you like… trouble is I stay completely stationary in the water-there I am on the surface, not moving forward in the slightest. I need lessons.
- I’m doing the Cancer Research Race for Life in Bristol with my daughter. We will wear pink, drag ourselves around Clifton Park then drink pink champagne and eat pink iced cupcakes.
Off to sit heavily on my suitcases now.
