I headed to Portugal a week after my icy Deas-Ghnàth in January.
I had a few commitments, some included running, some just normal life stuff and I wanted to really spend time with family and friends, for once.
My plans for the rest of the time were loose, but one thing I knew for sure: I wanted to go to the Fishermen’s Trail. I wasn’t sure if I would feel up to doing the whole thing or just a short section, you know, like a normal person.