Hola! I'm back!!!
And my new phone is waiting for me at the post office when I get round to collecting it (which had better be soon as I lost my old one for a while in Madrid and phoned to cancel it, before finding it again. But I knew a new one was coming so I'm not bothered about it being locked for a couple of days while I wait for the new one to arrive rather than phoning back to admit my stupidity...)
Madrid was fab, I did lots of shopping (I'm not sure whether the Mango clearance shop has recovered yet

), and I did lots of drinking and eating. And sightseeing and all sorts of stuff. Except running, that is... This morning the scales were up quite a lot, but I'm hoping it's just water. Really hoping! I managed just over 5k on the treadmill this morning, first run for over a week, my calves were really sore from wearing flipflops for the past 8 days, but it wasn't too bad. I'm meant to be doing Race for Life on Wednesday but I don't know whether I'll make it, my application for my half marathon on Sunday got rejected, but that's possibly a good thing so that I can recover from the overindulgence.
I spoke lots of Spanish! I managed to explain a problem with my metro ticket, and I managed to struggle through a wine tasting at a farmer's market, using words like "I like", "I prefer", "I would like to buy". Such hard work
I got back just before 10 last night (I went for a meal out on the way back from the airport on the basis that the holiday isn't over til the key goes in the lock at home). Work today was horrible though, I had to work til 7.30, then I'm in London all day tomorrow (probably a 13 hour day), I'm not sure whether I'll make it to Race for Life on Wednesday because of a work do I might be roped into (I said I'd do the work do instead of the run for a substantial donation to Cancer Research, we'll see whether it materialises), I've got Spanish on Thursday so I doubt I'll manage to unpack before the weekend! I managed to stock up on a bit of food at M&S on the way home, before being chatted up by a dodgy old drunk guy at the bus stop. I've never been so glad to see the bus arrive!
I managed to eat 5 portions of fruit and veg per day which is something I've never managed in Spain (the Land that Vegetables Forgot) before. Admittedly I'm being a little creative counting the free olives that came with my wine, a bit of fruit juice and some dried fruit, but it still takes some doing to find even a single vegetable in some of the stuff they serve up!
I'm rambling on a lot, it must be the bottle of Spanish wine I've just opened. I'm trying to decide whether to go for a run before the early train tomorrow, because I really should, but it would involve getting up unbearably early after a holiday. Still, I've managed to reinforce into my head that being this weight takes hard work, so it's time to put that into effect.