Today the weather took a turn for the worse and the evening was unusually early dark, wet and cool. Since it’s been gloomy all day I decided to take the hint and sneak in a totally lazy evening watching telly. Kitty approved and settled on my belly.
Sundays from spring to fall are reserved for bicycling. It’s been a tradition between my mum and my aunt for the longest time that they circle a lake nearby together, then sit on a bench and have coffee and sometimes prosecco they brought along. At some point I joined them without circling the lake as I usually lived further away and had enough to work from home to the lake and back. In exchange, the coffee and prosecco break was extended to a full blown breakfast.
When to begin with only my dad and my uncle joined us for for the coffee part after a while the visitors – mostly family – that joined us for a coffee by the lakeside grew and changed: sometimes my cousin with her four kids would join, now it’s still my dad and uncle but also my brother with his twins. In the meantime they often accompany my mum on their bikes which offers a nice change to the hours spent gaming.
I immensely enjoy those family Sundays and the cross training it offers me. I hope there are many more to come!!
Though some things may be broken, don’t fret – I’m as well as can be!! I’m a runner and as long as I can run no evil shall bring me down. Or at least so I would hope…
Today was my running day and looking at the crazy busy work schedule this week I wasn’t sure I could carve out sufficient time and muster up enough energy to complete a satisfying run.
But then my schedule cleared up and I stormed out. While I still felt a little lazy in my bones that didn’t seem to bother my legs and the ran off. It was one of the few occurrences when I actually had to slow myself down consciously at the beginning of the run.
And after about 2k I felt so great I sneaked in a little interval training, a thing I usually despise. It was glorious and I totally smashed those intervals.
Nike Coach Bennett was right – I’m a badass!
Over the last weeks something was broken. I didn’t seem to process feelings the way I used to. And I’m still not quite back to normal. Some emotions are more intense, others I can’t seem to find anymore. Is the corona virus causing this malfunction? I may have to consider shutting me down for a weekend. If that does not work I will most certainly be forced to run an overnight re-boot.
Maybe all works for naught as I’m not a machine. I’m human after all.
When it comes to lunch I’m really lucky to work where I do as we can choose from two restaurants that serve as our very own cafeterias. One is open exclusively to the staff over lunch, the other one opens half the floor to us and half the floor to the public.
Though I’m not a big eater if asked what I miss most about being away from the office I’d say it’s (apart from chatting with various colleagues I don’t interact on a work basis regularly) the lunch menu. But do not fret: I live right next to a restaurant and in order to survive they started offering second breakfast (yes, this Hobbit habit is a strong part of Swiss culture) and lunch take-away services and it’s fabulous: I just cross the side road, I can even bring my own plate as it’s that close, and voilà – I’m served my lunch for a mere CHF 15. Though I do pay 20 because I’m not going every day, I’m saving money staying at home anyways and they can certainly use the cash. Lunch is absolutely delicious and fuels me through the long afternoons behind the laptop. Thanks neighbors!
It’s called recovery. Or in my case curling up with the kitties. That’s pretty much all I did last week. Both body and mind needed recovery from the exertion of 42.195km.
So Saturday night I bit off my freshly polished nails. Still, Sunday came and with it a glorious day with many friends and family cheering my dear runner buddy and I on and an unforgettable, long-suffering (17km of stomach pain and cramps…) 42.195km later I was accomplished: I am unofficially but beknownst to my closest people a marathoner.
I’m terribly tired from the lack of sleep the night before the race and of course from the exertion, but also proud, exhilarated, thankful, certainly stronger and – accomplished.
A big shout-out to all dear ones who have supported us by cheering and providing us with sustenance. I certainly couldn’t have done it without you!!
Painted my nails tonight to ease my nerves. Didn’t consider that I might bite them right off once the real nervousness hits. (tomorrow morning at the latest, I reckon…)
With home office still on there’s nothing much to talk about but my run training, yoga and my furry four-legged roomies.
They sure know how to enjoy a Sunday morning… and pretty much every other morning.
My mom is a highly talented seamstress – way more so than I’m a doodler. So no wonder she patched together two versions of a face mask made from fabric remnants in just a couple of hours (if even that).
I love the fact that the fabric sports little dragon flies 🙂