We are in Prague; David is doing a bit of furnace business and I’m doing a bit of sight seeing. This morning I went for a run. I have of late, been getting a good routine for the runs – twice a week, working up to 5k and probably stopping there for a bit. Anyway, off I went after discovering that my sense of direction has over the years, gone from bad to worse. Still I have a little map written on my hand and a telephone in my pocket. Not sure if it was the uneven paving stones which are everywhere in Prague or just a sense of feeling a bit uncertain about getting lost, but I decided to give up the run. In an attempt to not look like an old women who doesn’t know what clothes to wear (in the rain), I decided to give power walking a go. I am sure there is a lot more to it than just furiously pumping your arms back and forth, but it did the trick, I arrived back at the hotel in a sweat, and hopefully not looking like a total prat.
