Wer hoch fliegt, wird tief fallen

After a couple of days with very mild symptoms, Covid hit me yesterday in earnest with fatigue, joint pain and chills. With thirteen days left until Fjällmaraton 100k, I am still optimistic about recovering in time, but I guess I will not do any more running this week.

Stranded in bed, I am reading more in Matar’s brilliant book, restoring some of my faith in our ability to communicate with each other. As often, being sick brings back memories, reminding me of the wild, fresh skies as I ran up to Ädnamvaara two years ago.