Nieuw Statendam

I arrived at the breakwater, Parapeten, just as the majestic 300-metre Nieuw Statendam passed through Öresund. After a day that truly had everything, from Dirty Dancing to an icy swim in Hanöbukten, I knew I had to end it by catching the sunset at the place where my memories and dreams always seem to converge.

Now, waiting for my rental EX30 to recharge so I can get back to Halmstad and Hallandsgatan, I am becoming increasingly uncertain about my upcoming ultra. With daytime temperatures above 30 degrees expected, and being deeply concerned about rhabdomyolysis, I remain undecided about whether it would be wise to start. In any case, I will only do so if I feel I have a reasonable chance of finishing. If the forecast holds, there is also a possibility that the event itself will be called off, regardless of what I decide. While it would, of course, be disappointing to have trained this much and not race, it is hardly worth risking kidney failure.

Fully charged

Six months after my EV adventures along the Autoestradas do Atlântico, I am back behind the wheel of an electric car, this time taking William to the Swedish Chess Championships in Jönköping, delivering lots of Lego to Halmstad, and driving Eddie to the airport for his eleven-day trip to Hungary.

Waiting for the car to charge, I completed this month's rowing challenge next to Road 40 in Borås. 192 kilometres later, I topped up while swimming in the waters of Kattegat.

Travelling with two kids, whose energies you constantly have to balance, can be pretty demanding. Driving with just one at a time, however, is simply bliss: time to listen to each other's Spotify favourites and have those unforced conversations that so rarely come about in days packed with obligations and reminders.

And now the conclusion

Far from the epic train drama of August 2023, I only ended up spending a couple of extra hours on Västgötaslätten before receiving the infamous text message – promising 3,000 SEK for alternative modes of transportation – that Swedish Railways sends out when everything else has failed. That allowed me to take a taxi from Alingsås to Gothenburg – fifty kilometres for 1,450 SEK – and get home before the last light had fully faded.

Then, on Friday, I attended the final TRAINS seminar this semester on two very different topics: the statutory duty to report suspected child abuse and the long shadow of the 1613 peace between Sweden and Denmark in Knäred. Having these kinds of eclectic seminars is one of the real pleasures of working at a smaller university college.

Otherwise, with a massive heatwave dominating northern Europe, daytime temperatures have been hovering around thirty degrees, making running feel more akin to training for Badwater 135. After four consecutive 80-kilometre weeks, I have decided to prioritize tapering this week and instead focus on completing this month's rowing goal, while, of course, cooling off a bit in the lakes.

Derailed

After all my years traversing the railroads of Sweden, I have developed a rather stoic equanimity when it comes to delays. Yet, when I received a text message about a derailed cargo train between Borås and Gothenburg, I immediately knew that this would be a long evening. As such, I went over to the bistro and picked up the new Adobe Rosé from Valle Central in Chile, a caprese salad, and one additional bottle of water.

Having passed Södertälje, I also have a novel by Annie Ernaux and lots to digest after my two days in Stockholm. So, right now, I am more in popcorn mode, wondering if we will be rerouted north via Trollhättan or, perhaps more excitingly, south via Hässleholm and Halmstad.

Kungsholmen

With hotel prices through the roof in Stockholm, I am staying at the same Scandic Go as back in September last year. This time, however, I got a room with windows and all, overlooking Sankt Eriksgatan, rather than the basement room – number 007 – that I was slightly hoping for.

Still, to avoid being completely on repeat, I took the opposite direction around Kungsholmen this morning after treating myself to a cinnamon croissant and a coffee. Stopping repeatedly to take photos and take in the view from Fredhällsklipporna, Stockholm felt just as familiar and foreign as it always does.

Before taking the 4 p.m. train back to Gothenburg, I hope to check out the exhibition Family – For Better or Worse at Sven-Harrys Museum.

Night scooting

Due to rail maintenance work, the first morning train from Gothenburg to Stockholm now leaves as early as 4:19 a.m. Wanting to be in Stockholm by nine, and with the ticket costing only a few hundred SEK in first class, it was the best option, even if it meant having to get up in the middle of the night. Luckily, I do not mind going to bed early.

Not knowing whether I would find an electric scooter, and with public transport still hours away, I set the alarm for 3:10 a.m. and, after a quick shower, I was on my way, ready to walk the three kilometres to the railway station. To my surprise, I found a scooter just outside the door, so, in the end, I had more than half an hour’s margin – enough time to take in the brightening easterly sky, the party crowd who had apparently decided to go straight from the club to the train, and the sleek stainless steel frame of the X2000, which would take me on a convoluted route via Borås to Stockholm.

A bus to Halland

This being my last official work week before the summer holidays, I spent the better part of the morning with Blackboard and helping stray students with different admin-related tasks. But since it is late June after all, I did so from the balcony while eating pancakes with blueberries.

Wanting to reclaim a bit of Halland, I then persuaded the kids to take the X3 bus down to Särö for a hike in Västerskog. The first time I discovered this windswept peninsula was during the HUB recce in 2024, and I was happy to see the impression that its natural beauty made on the kids. Looking out over the Western Sea, I suddenly felt a lot of hope that this may well be the beginning.

Though it meant that I had to work late tonight, I could not say no when William asked if I wanted to go to the gym with him. Since he started in January, he has made so much progress, and it is fascinating to see how committed he has become.

Vättlefjäll

Returning on bus X3 to the 13th-century church in Angered, it was Anna’s turn to check out the beautiful sixth stage of Bohusleden. Running on well-prepped trails through the calm summer morning, we stopped frequently to take photos and for a skinny dip in Stentjärn. After all we have been through over the last year, it feels so good that we are still friends and can do these things together.

Once in Bohus, we jumped on the train back to Gothenburg and, in no time at all, we were having lunch at Sun Sushi by the railway station, a familiar fixture ever since I moved back from Australia in 2008.

While a more sensible person would presumably have had enough physical activity for one day, William wanted to go to the gym, so I topped up with 5k of indoor rowing, some swimming in Delsjön, and then the last kilometres of running I needed to make it to 80 kilometres once more. With that in the books, I feel that I have done what I can to prepare for my 132-kilometre ultra two weeks from now, so it is finally time to taper.

Fair skies

Today, the orange weather warning has been replaced by the loveliest of summer mornings. Instead of Santa Cruz, I have my London coffee mug as I have just checked in for my Stansted flight in two weeks’ time. Otherwise, these days in June always bring back memories of the Breakthrough Dialogue: midsummers spent listening, questioning, and thinking by the Pacific.

Today, Anna is taking the train up from Halmstad for 14 kilometres along Bohusleden, stage six, which, oddly enough, she has never run before. With a bit of luck, we will get to swim in the lakes of Vättlefjäll and swing by that bakery in Kungälv before heading home to the kids.

Thunder

This morning, sitting on the balcony with my orange coffee cup from Santa Cruz, I watched the sky quickly darken as a massive thunderstorm came ashore. Seeing the intense red on the weather radar, I decided to skip my planned run and head over to the gym for some indoor rowing. Unfortunately, I was not quick enough, and the electric scooter ride soon felt like driving through a wall of water.

 

Luckily, the sky eventually cleared, so I was able to go for a run in the forest and then a harbour excursion with William to the gym in Lindholmen. All in all, close to three hours of exercise, meaning my summer training camp is well underway. However, to prevent any outsized gains, I had the most lovely Basque cheesecake at Alkemisten and later a hearty spaghetti carbonara for dinner.