This morning we wake to a six months anniversary for our departure from Norway. That’s kind of strange. Six months. Has it really been that long?
We don’t fret over it, but take a run on the beach instead. We have both earlier struggled with running for different reasons. I had my inflammation in the knee, while Katja has had some trouble with what we expect is a tendon under the foot. Running intervals in the sand seems to work out fine for the both of us. The trips are shorter in total length and some of the unstability on the ground might even help in recovery. We end our run with another Kali session.
With today’s training in the bag we walk down to the pool after breakfast. This life with part training, part pool and part beach suits us just fine.
We move to the beach for lunch and spend the day there until sunset. Life moves differently when most of the people surrounding you are on holidays. We observed, not without interest and humor, a couple of French guys trying to pick up a couple of Russian girls. You don’t need a master’s in psychology to see how body language invites more attention or try to shut out the one you already are receiving. The boys went away empty handed.