So on Saturday morning I got up early (thank you for the inspiration, J. :). By 6 am I was already rolling up and down the empty streets in the pleasant morning chill. No heat, no traffic, but what's even more important, no passers by asking me if I need help because the only other people on the road were runners or cyclists. I even managed to fit in some stop&go exercises in an otherwise noisy and crowded playground, practise some quick turns and stretch.
By 10 am I had managed to:
- run and exercise
- do the dishes while listening to the news (x3)
- have breakfast in my favourite cafe while reading Murakami's 1Q84
- go for a long walk and enjoy the amazing view while sobbing ("Oh, I love this town" Mind you, this only happens when I am about to leave)
- buy the newspaper and skim through it
- scan documents and send them to Lux
How many more things could we get done if only we managed to get up early enough? I have a friend who is so busy that he only sleeps three hours a night. He seems to be fine, but I doubt you can do it for a long time. I keep wanting to read a book by an ultra-marathon runner who ran through the desert and apparently survived by only sleeping for 20 minutes at a time.
And it got even better. I got home after the run and found this in the mailbox.
Seeing my name next to the English version makes me giggle because it was more like a four-hand job (M., you're one of the very few people who knows exactly how my brain works...and yet you decided to be my friend. Cheers, hen!)
And then...
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Round courgettes. Aren't they cute? |
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Rdeče češnje rada jem! In mamin okras: štiriperesna deteljica |
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Murakami in my back garden, which I am redescovering these days |
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