Sunday, 17 June 2012

Hello Garmin my old friend

I want to shout it from the rooftops. I came, I ran, I conquered.

After a lovely evening in town with some girl friends last night, sipping rosé (and even a margarita), nibbling on delicacies and catching up, my weekend was already going well. Then I started chatting with a running buddy on facebook, and I felt inspired. Today was going to be the day. No big ceremony, no stress, nothing. Just on with my running clothes and VFF, and out for a run/walk.

I warmed up by walking up to the lake, then started running. 2 minutes jogging, 1 minute walking. Light feet, light body (except for, well, you know. The Arse.) I left the path and followed a muddy trail. My VFF sank into the ground. Jumping over fallen branches, swerving around trees, even bushwhacking when I missed a turn and found myself trailblazing through a thick patch of blueberry plants. 

I stopped pushing my luck after 2,3 km's worth of running. My knee hadn't complained at all. And I was the happiest girl on the planet. 


  1. Härligt. Se det långa perspektivet, träna kort sträcka nu så kan det bli långt sedan.

  2. Absolut! Det vore klokast. Sen om jag är klok, det är en annan fråga...

  3. Nej men vad härligt!!!:) Grattis! Hehe. Ser superfint ut, jag förstår att du var den gladaste tjejen på jorden. 2.3km är låååångt med mina mått mätt;)

  4. Tack tjejer! Och idag blev det lite mer än 3km...