Before we talk about something else today, we need to talk about the weather. Perhaps it is a bit Swedish to do so, but you can not, not comment this weather. Classic kick-ass-weather. So good weather that my legs that have effectively been encapsulated in tights and long johns finally got to see the sun. They are indeed still very very very pale but hey, let’s work on that from now. Deal weather?
On the schedule today, as always on Tuesday, 4x8min intervals. And for a long time, it looked like it would be 4x8min intervals too. The baby fell asleep when we rolled out of the pram garage and father cheered a silent hallelujah. Unfortunately, the weather, also, besides allowing the sun to shine on my legs, meant that virtually every child with the radius of 15 miles had gathered my usual jog. And children DO make a lot of noise. And the noise made my baby wake up. The plan of doing 4x8min intervals changed to just running for some distance and of course with stops for watching birds, playing peekaboo and time at the playground.
In my mind, I think this is the best there is. Bring kiddo out and run. Asleep or awake, does not matter. She is happy. I am happy. She screams as soon as we see a dog. I sound like a dog when running uphill. She points to _all_ birds we encounter. I try to avoid driving over the birds we encounter. We work pretty well together in that sense.