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!
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!!
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 🙂
Sometimes running can feel like flying. It is – at least for some of us – a rather rare and thus highly precious feeling and one of the reasons that keep me going. Especially on the occasion when I feel like there’s not much left in the tank and then I end up soaring. Loving it!
I love all the animals I see when on runs or hikes. I cherish the young cows that are out on the pasture for the first time, curiously following hikers along the fence.
Same with horses, ponies and rabbits.
And then there are the chickens. We have lots of very lucky and undoubtedly happy chickens around here. They are allowed to roam large grassy areas, sometimes studded with bushes and trees. The chickens get moved around in a chicken-mobile so they can explore various surroundings.
For about a month now they have been in a field with low bushes in a tree nursery and when it last rained a puddle formed in one of the empty holes where a l bush had been dug out and the chickens used it as a bath. So precious, the sight was simply too sweet!