Treadmill sprint

After conducting another interview to assess teaching competence – this time on behalf of Mälardalen University – I took tram number 3 down to Nordic Wellness Olskroken for some fast-twitch muscle activation: 30-second bursts at a 3:30 min/km pace, followed by ten gentle kilometres of indoor rowing.

Unfortunately, I once again failed to find a ribbed-knit shawl-collar cardigan to match the one from Talamone in Quantum of Solace. If this continues, I fear I will soon be blacklisted as a full-blown “returmissbrukare”, but the one I was wearing on Zoom above was simply too bulky and is now on its way back to Boozt.

Pull

Last night, I went to the gym with the kids, as Eddie wanted to challenge himself with 10,000 meters on the rowing machine – something that he, quite incredibly, actually managed to pull off. For my own part, I did my usual weight training and explored a few new machines with William. Since William turned 11 back in December, it has been a genuine game-changer to be able to go together, all three of us.

After spending almost a month in Gothenburg, I am taking the train to Halmstad tomorrow morning to mark a stack of old-school paper exams and attend the TRAINS conference, where I will present my aviation article on Thursday. While preparing the presentation, I was struck by the fact that today marks exactly two months until WPSA in San Diego, which, in the age of the Trumpocene, is too long to be fathomable, considering the number of crises that will probably have passed by the time I board that Lufthansa flight across the Atlantic.

Easing into February

After 54 hours of training in January, I woke up to a cold but beautiful morning with a full moon hovering over Delsjön. Starting the new month with a bit of Long Slow Distance, I was once again grateful for my Finnish VJ shoes, as much of the forest remains covered in ice (even though there is very little snow).

Yesterday, while hiking, William and I were surprised to find Brudarbacken in full use, with plenty of people downhill skiing thanks to snowmaking machines. The same combination of cold temperatures and scarce snowfall has also created perfect conditions for ice skating, leaving me tempted to go digging for my skates in the basement.