I used to enjoy my weekly jog in Bristol so re-started jogging in Portugal. It’s very hilly around here so it’s really hard to jog as every slight hill hurts my bad back and i have to walk up some of the hills. It’s beautiful scenery and sunshine if you don’t mind the odd barking dog who clearly wants to savage your body parts. As I have mentioned the Portuguese drive like maniacs at high speed and there are no pavements. On my last jog I nearly got killed by a bus so I purchased a neon football bib to go over the top of my jogging clothing. 2 euros from Decathlon and one size fits all! Lightweight and breathable – job done as they can see me coming.
I really dislike jogging on a treadmill and much prefer to jog in the outdoors even in the UK. Sometimes I would use the option of running on a treadmill with the TV screen on and run through a virtual forest for fun. Well I can actually run through a real live forest here which is so amazing.
Our first jog here was in the rain. 10 minutes in to our jog and the skies opened up and we got absolutely soaked. We now only jog in fine weather. We have no difficulty social distancing on our jog. I am always and will always be about 5 metres behind hubby as he is so much fitter than I am.
The Portuguese are very amused in our village when they see us jogging. They think we are mad. I just have to try and avoid all the football talent scouts as if they see me in my football bib they might want to sign me for Porto FA ha ha. Also not sure the Kipsta neon football bib is a fashion statement over the top of my Ivy Park top. I doubt that Beyonce would approve or you will see this look anytime soon in her summer collection!
13th August 2020 update
The jogging is going well, I have increased to X3 jogs per week. It’s sometimes 30-40 heat so really hard. I still can’t jog up any of the hills except for one but it’s fine. I have my regular little pit stops on neighbours garden walls or old ruins. I love admiring peoples fruit and veg and just breathing in the fresh air. I do have at least one near miss with a car each jog. People just drive way too fast and nearly run you off of the road. I don’t have any issues with stray dogs which is good. We have a lot of tourists visiting in August and I keep getting stopped for directions. They don’t bother me whilst I’m jogging but as soon as I stop for a little rest, a car pulls up and asks for directions. Today I got stopped twice and was asked directions to Fraga da Pena. They are always Portuguese so we have the lost in translation situation. Today a couple had teenage sons who spoke good English so I managed to direct them. I even gave them advice on other nearby tourist attractions to visit. The second couple could not understand me at all and the man got a little abrupt with me. WTF, this bloke literally just passed a huge brown sign directing him right towards Fraga da Pena so I wasn’t too thrilled with his dumb ass attitude. I directed him back the right way with a fake smile. He didn’t thank me and just gave me an evil look, whatever! Do they not have sat nav in their expensive SUV’s? The passenger is always holding a map, I do not understand this!
I think I need to get a neon T.Shirt printed with directions to Fraga da Pena waterfall. I will have directions printed onto the front if you are driving via north and directions on the back if you are driving via south, then I don’t have to stop. Alternatively I could get a T.Shirt slogan in Portuguese saying “I am English, don’t stop for me directions unless you speak a little English” or my favourite would be a plain and simple “Don’t ask me for directions” (ha ha).
17th August 2020 update
Two of my jogs I do per week are solo which I don’t mind as I get to listen to my epic playlist and let my mind wander without having to communicate with hubby. Not that I dislike talking to him but I always find it hard to talk lots whilst jogging and trying to breathe (ha ha). I keep finding these little acorn stick men at my resting spots. Hubby has made them and positioned them in places I will find along my jogging route. This is just too cute for words. He used to write little funny post it notes for my lunch box when I worked in the U.K but I don’t work anymore so this is the new alternative to post it notes, nature acorn men made from acorns on the ground and I love them!
11th September 2020 update
I haven’t jogged for nearly 3 weeks due to my daughter’s recent visit. God it’s hard to get back into after a break. A conewuple of funny experiences to share with you. Firstly I am still getting asked for directions. This time when they discovered that I couldn’t speak Portuguese they asked me if I could speak French! I obtained a GCSE grade E in French at school. My limitations are ordering a cheese or ham sandwich, asking directions for the toilet and explaining that there is a lost child on the beach, none of these will help this bloke (ha ha). To be honest he was a solo man of a certain age and I’m not convinced he was asking for directions. I reckon he was after my hot sweaty body as I look so sexy in my neon football bib.
Secondly I have certain resting spots mainly on church walls and old ruins. I’m sat down catching my breath next to the chapel when I see a small clear plastic food bag tied in a knot. I examine it further and it appears to be a tiny bag of cannabis. I am thinking maybe god has rewarded me for my persistence with jogging so I look up at the church and thank god. I carefully open the bag to only find another bag. Double bagged, this stuff must be great and potent. I make a tiny hole in the second bag and go in for a sniff. Big mistake, it’s just a tiny bag of shit! Looks like bird or hamster poo but I’m not sure hamsters are a thing here. Anyway I’m obviously gutted and feel someone is playing a cruel trick on me. That will serve me right to open random bags on the floor and sniff them (ha ha). Won’t stop me exploring though, just not bags of shit in future.
I have also found a brilliant way of catching my breath after a jog and before hitting the shower. Lilo’s in the sun room. Quick stretch then a lie down on a lilo, much better than the cold, hard office floor with a bunny jumping on my head!