Last day in paradise
And then it became Friday. Final day in the idyllic Alicante.
Started with a troubled night, awaken lots of times, deciding at 5 am I should maybe go for my run, but maybe not. Same thought around 6:30am, and then 7:10am. Then it was 8:57am, time to go up… Time flies right? Prepared my gear and took breakfast of cereals and soy milk with dry berries. Unfortunately my fresh strawberries did not look to fresh this morning… Generally I would have gone running without breakfast fire a 15K, but now it was already half morning, had not eaten much much after the intervals yesterday (just enough) and was expecting to have the sun already out…
And it was, in all its glory! Nothing compared to first run day, with clouds aso. Here it was already pretty warm when I aimed to the castle. I ran the way along and then down, planning for the beach of San Juan (yes, I knew it was looking quite a but away in the map…). Started similar route as Monday then and took the beach path this time all along. So much for being called a gazelle…I soon wished I was a mountain goat instead! The shoes were not optimal for running/jumping on the rocks and the sand, but did the job. After arriving at the same distance as Mondays run, I just continued along the beach. Aaaaaand along the beach…aaaaaand along the beach. Lots of climbing started then so definitely not checking my pace! The views are impossible to describe and the photos I took are far from showing how it is in reality… Only few people in the beaches, fishermen, a couple of walkers… And them I climbed to the top of a hill and just…it room my breath away! Quiet and peaceful, hearing hardly the sound of the sea in the rocks, the light wind in the bushes…just me, the sun, the wind and the sea… Great!
Then it was time to get down as I was really feeling the lack of water starting to bother me. Climbed to the nearest group of houses and then started to run back to Alicante, planning to stop at a supermarket for water. Of course all shops were always on the OTHER side of the road I ran, so continued and continued. Passed the beach and took water on my warm shoulders (did I mention I did not cream myself before the run?…and that the tshirt went of after 3 km…). Stopped by a little house whet two old French men were talking and asked for water. Which I got, after they cleared the water tube!!! Does not matter, half warm water was the greatest drink ever in my mouth at this moment! It got cold as well eventually 🙂 So much for the water! I felt revived… And off I went, my two old French promising cold champagne for my next passage! Not much to sassy about the way back. Wanted it off the way. Stopped at km 16.5 for getting some Gatorade (which disappeared quicker than it takes to say the name!). Stopped the clock at km 17. Stretch and walk back home the last 500m. Dead tired, left knee starting to shoot, probably highly dehydrated, but satisfied of this unexpected outcome of the run.
A few pix below. Rest of the day at the beach, but seriously bored (even though I got lots of my book finally read…). Cloudy and windy, I cut it short around 5 pm, aimed home and yes, you guessed right: shower again! A bit of food (read: 1/4 of chocolate table, 1 apple and a glad of soymilk). Starving, I left for a walk for my last evening in Alicante. Got some pix of my intervals route and a few souvenirs as well. Enjoyed the sun close to the Volvo Ocean Race Museum, and that was it. Back home, having enjoyed a nice pizza Ballerina, it is now time for packing (read: throw all in the suitcase and hope it can be closed…)
Tjingeling! Got news it may be warm and sunny next weekend for the race…