Forget the shameful horror of Brits on tour in Playa - what a delight to discover El Medano, the wind/kite surfing capital of Tenerife, flanked by beautiful mountains and dramatic rocky hillsides hiding perfect little beach coves... gorgeous. And I didnt feel too guilty for the platefuls of Tapas, mojo sauce and Canarian potatoes we put away (never mind bottles of red wine and Dorada beer) as we were pretty energetic on bikes and on foot. No running, but I kept up a reasonable pace behind my nimble friend as we scrambled over rocks, followed the local goatherd up his mountain, swam in the sea and cycled down the coast.Back to the grind now - trying not to succumb to post holiday blues, all the harder as its my lovley husband's turn now, snowboarding in Banff, the lucky dog. Early morning run tomorrow before work, then back on the training programme and only a few weeks until the Sport Relief 3 mile run - gulp.
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