I'm ready to put my feet up. 10,5 kilometres of blissful, almost effortless, remember-this-day-when-it's-raining-sideways running by a calm sea to the music of Bon Iver, the light breeze stirring up the salt smell from the water and carrying it over to me so I could soak in it, followed by 12 equally blissful yet hilly kilometres walking around a peaceful Delsjön and I think I deserved the chocolate cake slice I had at the Skatås café afterwards.
My poor toes, used to the freedom of VFF, don't like being squeezed into the relatively narrow toebox of my old Sauconys, which I used for the walk. As J and I were walking lost in thought, I smelled something burning (someone was grilling by the lake) and the first thing I suspected -I'm not even kidding- was my toes, because that's how much they hurt. I actually had to look to see if they hadn't caught fire. I know what you're thinking, has she gone mad? Well. The other day I tried to defrost my berries in the cupboard instead of the microwave. My brain hasn't been functioning properly lately. I blame the stress of the move. Or that glass of rosé I had a couple of weeks ago that killed off my last remaining brain cell. Don't worry, it was a mercy killing. It was getting awfully lonely in there.
This was probably one of the best days of summer 2012. I won't soon forget it.