El runningo! (which probably isn't the Spanish word for running)

When you take the stereotypical English holiday maker (I'm thinking booze, beaches and sunburn) it tends to describe my holidays very well. I've seen Sticky Vicky more times than I care to remember, paid ridiculous prices to get into some of the world's best clubs in Ibiza and I'm embossed with a permanent reminder of a crazy week in Magaluf.

My most recent Spanish adventure wasn't too dissimilar. Despite the fact I was visiting my Nana, I still managed to put away plenty alcohol, I burnt in the unfamiliar (it's been a long winter) sunshine and I played bingo. All typical English holiday behaviour!

However, this year, another activity was added to my itinerary. Despite being hand-luggage only, I squeezed my trainers in my case quite excited at the thought of trotting around by the sea.

To be honest, there isn't a huge amount to report about each of the two runs I did. One was 3.5 miles and the other five, each one keeping fairly steady 10min-mile paces along the Spanish promenade. I was quite pleased with myself for keeping a decent pace, I had half expected to find it more of a struggle in the heat and considering I've not exactly been training loads.

It's much easier (and no doubt more interesting) to share the photos I took rather than try to describe everything, so hear you go!

Clear blue skies

Not sure who this lady is

Sweaty and with no make up, classic run selfie!

A gang of cats

Might have thought I was Rocky running up these...

Despite the heat I really enjoyed getting some miles in, my running gear will definitely be top of my list when I'm packing for the next holiday. After all, it balances out the mass of unhealthy holiday activities I take part in!