In a half-awake state, I'm dreaming of summer nights, the crickets singing their monotonous but soothing melody, the sea waves caressing the beach, a light breeze stirring the leaves in the trees. The view out my window is quite different. The ground is white. Again.
I woke up with a heavy head to the sound of a purring cat. He's so reliable and considerate. He wakes us up every morning at 5, at the latest, presumably anxious that we might be late for work. I suspect that I didn't get my 8 hours of sleep last night. But then again, when was the last time I did?
I am hoping to get a short, easy run in today, if the rest of the puzzle pieces of Friday's busy schedule fall into place. I am also hoping that my heavy head will have a chance to be cured with a full night's worth of sleep tonight, as I need to be in good shape tomorrow. Our group is running a 16 km route around central Gothenburg then, a route that I've wanted to try for a while and which promises to be fun and just challenging enough. It will take us over two bridges, up and down the river, through both industrial and residential areas.
Soon, summer will be here. With it will come the long runs far from the city, in green fields, in lush forests, on soft sand. I can't wait.