A long, long, time ago (ok last week ) I was in Malta
Episode I : The Floating Menace
...otherwise known as snow. Our flight out there was delayed because of the white stuff. So what was supposed to be a get there for 7:30pm, became a 11:30pm arrival at the hotel. I'm not complaining too much though cause we could have been like the poor souls stuck in the Eurostar, how rubbish was that
Episode II: Attack of the Steps
OMG how hilly is Malta. We were staying in Valletta at the bottom of one of the steepest hills in the city (and there are lots). I had taken my running kit with the thoughts that I'd do at least 3 5ks in the 7 days, but after walking almost 6 miles up and down steps on the first day, both mine and the hubby's calves were aching. We retreated to the comfort of the indoor pool to try and recover.
Episode III: Revenge of the Hills
Unfortunately to go anywhere we had to walk up the hill to get to the main bus terminal. So I'm counting every day of the holiday as a hill session (I'm sure coach Jim won't mind )
Episode IV: A New Hope
The one ray of light in the running aspect of being away was the fantastic gym facilities at the hotel we were staying in. Before a great day out sightseeing and eating some of the great food out there, I could nip downstairs and have a bit of a swim.
So for my only proper session for the week I thought I'd pop my triathlon training cherry and give all three disciplines a go on one day albeit in the gym and back to front.
Run: 5k : 21:20 (treadmill)
Bike: 5k : 13:40 (exercise bike)
Swim: bimbling round in the pool afterwards
The outdoor pool looked lovely, but I was advised by the gym staff that I'd be mad to go in there, as it was quote 'freezing'. Being that I'm a hard diver lass who has been in the North Sea in November in a semi-dry, I thought that an outdoor pool in 24 degrees was no challenge. The outdoor pool was bigger too so I thought I could do some laps and get some proper swimming in.
Wrong wrong wrong.
I stuck my foot in and it seemed ok, then sat down on the edge, bracing myself for the initial omg this is cold factor. Then jumped in.
It was sodding freezing.
I was madly waving my arms and legs trying to warm up (with little effect) but I didn't want to lose face, so I stayed in for a good 10 mins, climbed out, and calmly walked in and got into the indoor pool .
Episode V: The Airline Strikes Back
We had checked out on the last day, and were killing time sitting in a café in Sliema. Hubby was checking the flight times on his phone when the worst thing that could have happened did - they canceled our flight. We had no point of contact with Easyjet, or a number to ring, so we got straight in a taxi and went over to the airport. After some discussion with one of the staff there (we were the first to arrive) it turned out that they had no staff for the flight so they had changed it to the next day. Folks started turning up expecting to fly, but of course there was no plane coming from Newcastle to pick us up.
Fair play to Easyjet though, once everyone arrived they shipped us off to a 5 star hotel, with dinner, brekkie and lunch before our return flight the next day!
Episode VI: Return of the Geordie (I like that one hehe)
Second attempt at getting back to Newcastle was also hampered by the weather. I knew there was something wrong when we flew past the Metrocentre twice. After the two attempts at landing at Newcastle the pilot came on and said there was a problem. It was a great relief when it was only hailstones on the runway (and not that something had fallen off the plane or engine failure etc) but we were low on fuel so we were landing at Glasgow
We did land ok, refueled then got back in not much more than my 5k time - a little over 25mins
Anyways - apologies for the epic tale - will be back on this afternoon with my Resolution Run report assuming it's still on with the inch and a half of snow out there!