Fasted running

Though I normally prefer to down an espresso and a small bite before heading out, this morning I had to tiptoe around not to wake the kids. As such, I challenged myself with some metabolic flexibility training: running on low glycogen through fierce rain at 4:30 a.m., watching the forest come alive with frogs leaping in joy and deer everywhere.

A couple of weeks ago, The Guardian carried a wonderful story about a 97-year-old woman in Belfast who has just completed 250 Parkruns. While I have only logged eleven myself (at least with a proper barcode), her perseverance was simply inspiring. Now, as the train rolls towards Halmstad and the rain still pours down, I take comfort in the fact that I only have one lecture today – the last stretch of what has been a completely mad teaching sprint.