Here it is, the day when I am coming back to the place where it all started, Barcelona. Only for two weeks , unfortunately, but it´s always wonderful to see these people, streets and buildings again. It´s like a massive memory hub for me.
I am absolutely excited about all the mojitos I will have, all the salsa dances and late walks on the beach, but also about the kilometers I´ll run. After the last half-marathon I was happy that I managed to complete it in a very difficult conditions, but also frustrated. I didn´t know what happened, I´ve been running as much as in February, before Barcelona Mitja Marató, but the result was much worse. Then I realized, that living in Barna I was riding a bike, 20k, every day. Genius! So to strengthen my legs and obtain better results, I signed up for the gym, the most hated place in the world for me! However, it´s working! The last 5k I ran within 29, instead of 32-34minutes.. (Of course I thought I would spit my lungs out after all). In the end the vision of me eating EVERYTHING I want after a solid workout has never been so motivating! 😉
So here I am now, packing the rest of the running clothes, smiling while thinking about running by the sea surrounded by hundreds of others sharing the same passion, wondering if joining the community of sweaty, muscular, bald guys with tattoos on their calf was a good idea..
If you´re from Poland, where last night the temperature dropped to 6 degrees, please don´t hate me: this is the view I´ll see tomorrow! #nofilter!