Running was never my favourite thing, but if there was a football to kick after doing so, then I used to be game. I probably still would be, if I could find anyone, even just one adult with a ball, I'd go kick it for a while with them. However, Cala Millor is like a retirement home in the sun with some young families and just enough staff to keep the hotels and bars running. So yeah, not much ball and a slow pace to life, means one can get pretty lazy.
Today I went for an evening run, although these days I can safely call it a jog. Years of football have not been kind to my legs and feet. The wrong footwear, no footwear, broken toes, raised arches, and now fallen arches are just some of the reasons it's tough going. However, I need to get rid of this beer belly, and cycling isn't cutting it this year.
So with my thick socks and reasonably expensive runners, fitted with a spongy insole and some sponge at the back of the shoe, I set of down to the promenade earlier this evening. There are other joggers about, but the majority of the people there are sipping on cocktails and listening to the likes of 'Alles Scheiße', which I think means that 'all is not very good' - they seem to like it anyway.
Normally I'm cycling along here, but moving slower and much keener to stop for a rest, I took a few photos along the way. This means that you won't have to hear about me complaining much about how much my legs hurt because of how much over pronation my ankles have got going on.
The sun rises over the sea, and hides behind the hotels in the evening, it's a little cooler down here and you have the above to look at along the way.
This guy is someone I recognize from previous visits. I'm not even sure he's playing the wind pipes, and you can buy a CD for 10 euros if you like. I didn't want to get too close in case his wife tried to charge me for the photo!
I'm still not sure how I feel about this, but we have a couple of locals with metal detectors searching for err, metal stuff - probably coins and rings etc. I guess the tourists wont be locating them the next day so it's fair game. They had no luck while I stood watching (ha).
Next up, the Buggy and one of the 3 wheelers that are for hire. They were cunningly parked outside the busiest bar and along the busiest stretch of the promenade, and I suspect are not cheap to rent - considering it's something like 30 euros for 3 hours on a moped. Still, they look pretty cool, but personally, I'd like to see the dude with a burnt orange helmet.
Next up, the slightly slower vehicle that takes up the whole cycle lane and fits something like 57 people. You would have thought that without all that leg power, they would go a bit quicker - nope. Earlier in the jog I witnessed a couple stack a similar peddle car into a post, and last year a low branch scuppered another group of 4. I wont make any accusations as to the sex of the drivers being the reasons why :P
Finally, in a mostly German resort, you can tell the Brits have arrived - by the cunning use of flags.
Come on guys, it's not 1492.
Their only saving grace is that the World Cup starts tomorrow, and well, that'll mean more flags, beer, and hopefully more jogging from yours truly.
Come on England, more goals, less Scheiße please!
Cheers
Asher