Kongahälla

Taking the express bus north again for another tournament, this Sunday follows a now familiar pattern: me working and William playing chess, Picadeli lunches, and William’s friend Amos wearing his signature red bow tie.

The only break from the routine has been a visit to the nearby Nordic Wellness Kongahälla gym for the first ten of this month’s fifty kilometres, followed by a few more on the treadmill. After going without a quantitative running target for the first three months of the year, I have realised that having no target makes me just as stressed as having one. As such, I have decided to aim for 50 kilometres per week for the remainder of the year, for a total of 2,600 kilometres. Though significantly lower than in previous years, I hope that goal will help me stabilise my running at a sustainable level while still giving me time to be a present dad.