Only two posts ago, I mentioned that O.K. and I were going to participate in Ludwigsburg's City Run. And we did! Last Saturday saw us ready to start at 8:00 pm, along with about 2.500 other runners and I don't know how many thousands of people lining the streets. It was still sunny, but not too hot (27 or 28 C), and while O.K. did really well, I became a little tired after the first 5 km and came in nearly 7 minutes later than he. It was entirely my own fault, though; the night before, I had been out dancing with my girlfriends, came home at 2:00 am, and got up after maybe 5 hours of sleep. All things considered, though, I am content with my result; I wanted to run the 10 k in under an hour and managed that at 58:50 :-)
The next day was the most perfect Summer Sunday you can imagine - blue sky, 32 Celsius, no mugginess in the air at all, just beautiful!
There was no way we were going to stay indoors on a day like this, and so we set out for a nice long walk (much of it under the welcome shade of trees) after breakfast.
The lake I've showed you a few times before on my blog was where we were headed. We rented a rowing boat, and I spent a very pleasant (and rather romantic!) half hour leaning back in my comfortable seat while O.K. was doing all the work.
There were surprisingly few other people about; they probably found it too hot to do much walking and rowing etc., and preferred their own gardens or the public swimming pools in and around Ludwigsburg.
We walked around the lake after the boat and said hello to the large carp that live here. Compare their size to that of the duck:
At the top end of this beautiful tree-lined path lies the park you've seen in past summers, the one where I spent whole afternoons on a blanket in the sun, reading and dozing and having picnics with myself.
We walked through that park, too, and back into town where we had ice creams before heading home for a little rest.
The evening ended with us going out again, this time for salads and the most delicious fresh bread (fluffy inside and with a crisp crust outside) at a beer garden. The football championship finals was being showed on a big screen; we didn't care either way (Portugal or France), but still watched the second half later at home.
It really had been a perfect Sunday, of the kind I will remember for a very long time.