Back on terra firma

Ok I am too tired to tell you all my adventures think it is a beautiful LOOOOng Bank Holiday, Easter weekend to be blogging. It is hot, I want to be with my family / eating too much so please enjoy the slide show...

The bag is packed, for actually a 6week travelling adventure (rather than the long weekend) get over it, Ima girl, it's how we roll.

I arrived a lil too early at the airport
ok, I'll come clean I got a bit paranoid bout catching my flight & so got there a bit (5hours) early.
So, I had to eat breakfast 3 times (home, airport & plane for good measure), exhibit 2 is the menu for my second breakfast. Yes, I do sound like a Hobbit.

The lady who took me there

It is a rule of physics that the more food present, the wider my smile.

Always room for a lie down on a sun lounger

The one where I blame my waddle walk on more 'normal' things like a heavy bag rather than sore legs from training

Yeah so running to the airport today, gave the ol' Quasimodo impression my best shot. Luckily my suitcase acted like it was the cause of the ridiculous plod-come-waddle rather than a Monday-Wednesday trio of muscle agony from Mel & Cat. Sprints + interval training = tight hamstrings x 6 sore ab muscles

Oh & I never had to run I got to the airport almost 6hours before the flight. Wow. I mean wow. Have I really become one of those pple? I ordinarily would let my uber organised anal planning slide but not at 4 am I won't.

This post (like those gone before it) is gibberish. Luckily I can blame sleep deprivation...this time!