Monday was my last day by the Black Sea and I wanted to say goodbye to it until we meet again next summer. I decided that a little run along the seafront in Varna would be the most appropriate way to do this. Packing my case could wait until later!
I set out with due caution because the pavements leading down to the seafront are notoriously uneven, and I am notoriously uneven and unbalanced with my running and walking. My first little bout of running was curtailed by significant roadworks, as I stumbled into what was effectively a building site. My second attempt ended similarly, because the works extended further than I first thought. Third time lucky – I reached a fairly easy stretch of pavement which I knew posed a few challenges, and ran all the way down to the Zoo into the sea garden. I had to walk down the steep and uneven steps to the beach, then I was able to run for just over a mile along the seafront, past the restaurant where we had eaten the evening before and past the plastic palm trees (I’m sure they have grown since last year!). I reached the part where the sea road climbs back towards the town, so stopped for water and to take a few photos. My attempt to take a selfie with seagulls behind me on a little rock failed because of the glare of the sun. So, be thankful to be spared this sight!
For my return, I decided to run the mile and a bit to the bottom of the steps and then to walk back to where I was staying. It was quite tough going because of the heat – about 27 degrees. It was also effectively a fasting run because I had only a cup of tea before setting out. I was running on the meal we had at the beach side restaurant. Mussels in a soy and ginger sauce. And rakia (popular local spirit). And wine (of course).
I became quite weak and dizzy after I climbed out of the sea garden onto the main street and had to sit down. I had enough water with me, and thankfully I had the foresight to bring along an energy bar. Just one good bite of this was sufficient to see me on my way. This is an important lesson and a good tip for other runners! My bonus tip – in future, I will also carry a couple of sticking plasters and an antiseptic wipe. I stumbled and slightly grazed my knee when I was walking in the backstreets to where I was staying. Told you I was unstable!
4 thoughts on “Mussel Power”
When my younger son was about eight, we were eating dinner in a resaurant in Picardie when a diner had a plate of mussels delivered to the adjacent table. Young Blood watched open-mouthed and then, as the chap tucked into his dinner, shouted ‘Eargh, yuk! He’s eating it!’ My sentiments exactly.
Haha! But looks aren’t everything!
You unstable??? Ha! And all this time I just thought that was your sense of humor!!! D you REALLY have balance problems, or are you just using literary license?
Sadly I’m quite unbalanced! I think I have suffered unknowingly from dyspraxia all my life – looking back, it explains a lot! Clumsy, messy, unable to cut a piece of paper in a straight line – the list goes on. Writing has been my saving grace – although my handwriting is pretty close to illegible.