Knitting Update

The pattern I've chosen for my knitting project is very easy. The same can not be said for the yarn I have, fluffy mohair. Makes for instant tangles and messes if you're not careful. It also get a bit stuck on my knitting needles, as they are made of wood.
But I'm making progress. In fact had made it at least one third or halfway when I realised that I had done the pattern all wrong. I thought it said "increase with one" when it in fact said "increase with one on each side"...

So I had to redo everything past the waistband. And of knitting with mohair is a challenge, undoing is even harder since the fluffy bits seems to bond into tangles no man can undo. Took me a good half hour to undo.

It's a few days later now and I'm almost halfway to where I ones was. Let's not mess it up again.

Training Update

I've received my number tag for the race, Vårruset. Feeling really excited and can't wait for next Monday.

My running goes well. This Tuesday I ran 4,5km in 25 minutes. Felt exhausted the rest of the day, but also very proud.

My swimming goes alright I think, missed last week but I have a class today and hopefully I'll pick it up alright.

Since it is still rather cold here and with a lot of hard wind, I haven't started taking my bike to work. There's a big bridge to cross and it's horrible to do so when the hard winds blows since they make it impossible to breath. Rather scary feeling.

With the excitement building up for my first run, I'm thinking about signing up for the Gothenburg Classic. It consists of 50km on bike in May, 1km swimming in August and finally a 10km run in September. This would of course not count as a triathlon, but it does give you a diploma...

Where are those Endorphins?

Training has been difficult lately. I've lost all the motivation for it and the result hasn't been good. I thought that training was supposed to feel good, give you some well earned endorphins. But no, here I am just feeling depressed getting on this treadmill. I hope this is just some temporary mood-dip.

Okay five minutes up, time to start running.

Post Scriptum
This post failed to upload but I did not fail today in doing a little run (10min run, 3min walk, 10min run). And I felt mentally a lot better during today's run. Perhaps it isn't the exercise that has made me miserable, but the darn TV programs that's always on during my lunch-run. Emmerdale (hem till gården) and Absolutely Fabulous (helt hysteriskt). Why can't daytime TV show something decent?

Happy Easter little bunnies <3

Where are those Endorphins?

Training has been difficult lately. I've lost all the motivation for it and the result hasn't been good. I thought that training was supposed to feel good, give you some well earned endorphins. But no, here I am just feeling depressed getting on this treadmill. I hope this is just some temporary mood-dip.

Okay five minutes up, time to start running.

Do Not Panic

Oh dear me, it has been a morning for sure today. Went to bed at 11pm, went up at 3am. Milky had no clue why he had to get out of the bed as I quickly changed the sheets for my catsitter. Had to run to the tram, since i decided to paint my nails at last second. Almost forgot my sunglasses on the bus as they had fallen into the seat next to me. Bought a yoghurt and orange juice at the airport that i had to consume while queueing for the security check. It's interesting how empty the streets are at 5am, but the airport is cramped with people.
Made it through security and went to the bathroom where i multitasked on my phone. Exchanged some money and then went through passport control and to my gate. They opened my gate and i got into my bag to get my phone so i could send a quick text to Rhys. Got on the airplane. Except that their might have been 20 minutes of panic in between. You see, I didn't have the phone in my bag. It was lost. Remember how I told you about some multitasking in the bathroom... I put my phone down to wash my hands and told my self not to forget it...
So I ran back through the passport control (without showing my passport because they were only working on letting people in to the gates and not out. I probably crossed the Swedish border illegally) tran to the bathroom and try to find different stores in the closest area where someone could have left my phone. Nothing. Panic. Fighting lots of tears. Stress. Gave up, ran back to the passport control and to my gate. The line for my gate was still huge. Found a staff member there and asked if they perhaps could ask around on the walkie-talkies if someone had found my phone. A few minutes of silence. Then huge relief. A cleaning lady had my phone, or at least a phone. So I had to wait. And the boarding line is getting shorter. Panic again, what if she doesn't make it in time. The line is down to ten people. I see her. She passes me the phone and asks me to restart it, just so that I can put in code and all and prove it is my phone. It seems to take forever to restart the damn phone. But finally i get to put in my pin, thank the lady again and rush off to my gate. I was only second last to board. My window seat was sken, but I couldn't care less. I sat down and got to send that short text to Rhys telling him I was on the plane and on my way to him.

It's not even 9am now and I'm exhausted. Let's not have any more adventurous today. Let's just sit in the park and feed the squirrels.

Skeleton Tree

Last week I did something I didn't believe I could do. Running for 20 minutes with no breaks. But I did, mostly because there was a prize waiting for me if I made it through. A ticket to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. It worked very well as a motivation and now I can't wait for October, when I will have to wait outside the arena in Oslo for hours to get a good spot as I will be standing during the whole concert.

Last week i exercised 4 days in a row. When did I become this athletic?! Feels great though.