I'm about 1 week into my adventure, and tomorrow I'll leave San Luis Potosi for Mexico City. I'm a little nervous. I only realised a few days ago that Mexico City is the second largest city in the world (second only to Tokyo). With a population of 18 million, more than 4 times the population of the whole of Ireland, it's really difficult to get my head around the size of the city.
At just over half a million people, San Luis Potosi, on the other hand, is a much smaller place. It was a lovely little place to begin my travels, but I think I'll try and learn Spanish before I visit again. There are a few competitors from the World Senior Tennis Championships (which is currently being held in the city), staying at my hotel, but apart from that, I haven't encountered anyone that can speak English. But then why should they? I should be a little less lazy with my languages.
Two days ago, I inadvertently ordered a whole pitcher of papaya juice in a restaurant. It's clear now that the waitress was questioning my choice, but I persevered with my order. I was a little embarrased when she put a massive pitcher of red-orange coloured juice on the table. There must have been 3 liters of the stuff in there. Too proud to admit my mistake, I drank glasses and glasses of the florescent orange liquid until it was all gone. Thankfully I haven't suffered from vitamin poisoning, but it must have been close.
Training has been going well so far. I did a small amount of bounding yesterday for the first time in about 2 years. I was a little concerned when I woke this morning not to feel sore, as from memory the session normally causes quite a bit of DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness). I shouldn't have worried - ribs, abs and gluts have gradually got sorer as the day wore on, and now I very much feel like the legs and core got a good workout yesterday. Apart from that, most of the training I've been doing has been easy running and strides. There is always the risk of working too hard at altitude, but I'm being very cautious. After all, there is no hurry to adjust - I'll have plenty of time to train hard later in the trip.
Right, I'd better get some sleep now before my trip to the big, bad city tomorrow. The bus will take about 6 hours, so I can't wait for that!