Woke up early to get my youngest to school. A peaceful start? Think again.
The real workout was calling half the region to find someone willing to drive me to the airport. Hero of the day? My lovely aunt. Never underestimate a retired woman with a mission and a Volvo 💪
One hour flight to Oslo on what felt like a repurposed lawnmower with wings. Not even a coffee. Not even eye contact. Just existential turbulence.
Arrived at Oslo Central, ready for a 10-minute walk to my brother’s place. My brain: “We got this.” Reality: 35 minutes of construction detours and misplaced optimism. So much for “saving the legs” for raceday. 🧠🦵
Brother’s a legend though. Lost 30 kg, shredded like a protein bar, now basically “The Norwegian Thor”. He invited me to this race. I think as motivation. Or maybe a subtle intervention. 🤔
Quick grocery run, then straight to the couch. But the universe wasn’t done yet—nearly pulled my groin dodging a rogue dog in the park. Race prep, floppy-style.
The rest of the day? Coffee. Couch. Contemplating life.
Race tomorrow. The body’s unsure, the groin’s whispering threats—but the spirit? It’s still kind of on board. Maybe.
Let’s see what happens.