I bet you've all been wondering if I've
fallen off the face of the Earth. No? You didn't even notice I was
gone? Ehm. Ok.
I've been busy with the move and
meeting friends to say goodbye, something that left me emotionally
exhausted. The past three days I met up with 4 different groups of
people, each dear to me for different reasons. It's been a lot of fun
but very intense. So last night I went to sleep just before 11 and
got up reluctantly just after 8. Time is moving at super slow speed.
Now that all these goodbyes are said and only the tiresome stuff of
the move remain, I wish I could fast forward this bit so that we skip
over the part of packing and driving for over 16 hours across the
country with two hyperventilating cats who lose control of their
bowels at the mere sight of a car. But I'll have to wait another 1,5
weeks before it feels like we have a home again.
I thought a run would take care of this
restlessness but I didn't really feel like it. Those who know me also
know that this is a very rare occurrence, and it speaks volumes about
my state of mind. I attributed my laziness to last Saturday's run,
when a couple of friends, J and I ran the Torrekulla trail. My knee put up
with a staggering 14 km of technical single track consisting of
roots, stones, hills, and deep pools of mud that -at least on one
surprising occassion- almost came up to my thighs. The walking breaks
were far and in between, and -completely unintentionally, your
Honour, I swear- happened to coincide with the worst slopes. I think
I ran 25 minutes without a break at some point. My knee survived.
Sore muscles screamed obscenities to me
as I finally convinced myself to step out the door earlier today. The
plan was to run in the woods, but after a few kilometres of stones
bludgeoning my left foot sole, tender from all the stones I managed
to hit last Saturday, I was ready to find a nice patch of smooth,
solid tarmac to run on. I took the easy way back and picked up some
speed instead. At least for a while, anyway; my legs were tired and
just wanted to lie down for a bit cradling a cold margarita.
What came out of this run was that I
upped the ante. The running intervals went from being 5 minutes long
to being 10 minutes long. My knee didn't seem to mind. Now I am very,
VERY tempted to try a real long run. And I'm not as restless anymore.
Avsked är jobbiga, men starta något nytt är kul.
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