Mitropa

Having published 2,977 posts to Rawls & Me over the past nineteen years, I am somewhat surprised that I have never written about “Mitropa.” Just as in the Suede song, the sight of an old East German WRm in Malmö sent me tumbling back to a time when Europe was our playground – if not from the Eastern Bloc to France, then at least to Göttingen (and, in two weeks' time, back to Heathrow with my dad).

With the kids still off from school, I took William on a tempo-pace run over the bridges, maintaining an average heart rate of 152 bpm and dreaming that one day I might sustain that pace for 42.2 kilometres and finally run a full marathon in under three hours and thirty minutes.

Once back home, I signed an open access publishing agreement with Taylor & Francis for my new co-authored article – an almost endless saga – before taking both kids up to Delsjön for a morning swim. According to my Suunto, the water temperature has already dropped to 19 degrees, but the good news is that the forecast promises a few more days of summer later this week..