Wings of change
Scotland
I was in Scotland. I was on a TC. That’s something new.
Scotland is so familiar. It has all the same ingredients that we’ve got at home in Finland. The same berries, trees and mushrooms are making a nice mixture in the woods. However, the same ingredients are somehow mixed up a little bit differently. The forests are more fairytaily with greener undergrowth, spookier trees and hobbit-like features in the ground.
AllinOrNothing
Here Iam in Lavarone, after relaxed preparations at home. It was finally sunny in Finland (it’s been a never-ending autumn this far) and I was totally taking all the fun out of it. Well, had to follow some sprints on tv, of course, but mostly I just sunbathed, swam, read books and enjoyed myself in between easy trainings.
Just like that
My body’s still having it’s own mind. And it doesn’t want the same things my head does. Preparation for WOC is going as well as the past training season. Totally and incredibly badly. I’ve been having this small summer flue for ten days now and like the last time I was ill, after very first steps, also my right achilles tendon got inflammed. Just like that.