When I came home yesterday evening, I was a little fed up of getting to walk 30 min to and 30 min back from work. I don’t want to take the bus because I find it lazy so far I have no time to respect but one hour of my day to walk in the darkness is not my favorite activity. I also realized that I haven’t been running in a week and when I saw my clothes ready to be used, I thought that I needed to take a run. The streets are now in Linköping snowfree and the temperature is around 0, so these are no bad conditions for some winter running. But as you may guess, I was lazy. I also needed to wash my hair, but since I don’t like to wash them “for nothing”, I want to sweat before. So the genious that is in me found a perfect compromise: I would run to and back from work today!

The idea was to drink a glas of juice at home, to jump into my running clothes and to pack proper clothes and things for the shower and a breakfast in a backpack and to run happily to work. Said and done! My first comment is that it is not as easy as it seems to run with a backpack. Even if it only goes down. I ran a little more to have a round about 3,5km and I felt pretty good after that, but with heavy legs.

When I arrived at work, I took my things up to the shower and oh the noes: they are fixing some thing upstairs, so no one can use the shower. It was 7 in the morning, I had as I wrote my bad hair day and I was smelling fresh sweat. The thing with sweat is that it smells almost nothing as long as it is warm, but as quick as it gets cold, it stinks, specially with this kind of sport clothes. I used again the genious that sleeps in me and decided to wash my little self in the bathroom for diseable people. I could put my head under the water, but it was a question of millimeters. I may have a big head, or the tap is not dimensioned for washing head. Anyway, I managed even if it was acrobatic.

Then, I worked. The whole day. Actually cleaned my mailbox too and it gave me a wonderful feeling!

And then: the run back home. Dark and uphill, this was a proof for my body that life isn’t always easy. But it was so good to go through the door at home! Think: I reunited an mandatory transport with a mandatory sport. TRAN- SPORT. I am very satisfied with myself tonight and will soon go to bed to read one comic I bought in France last week: Quai d’Orsay.

To make you dream, here you get a picture of last week:

This picture fits well with the spleen from Beaudelaire (the traduction is on this page)

Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle
Sur l’esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis,
Et que de l’horizon embrassant tout le cercle
II nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits;

 

Quand la terre est changée en un cachot humide,
Où l’Espérance, comme une chauve-souris,
S’en va battant les murs de son aile timide
Et se cognant la tête à des plafonds pourris;

 

Quand la pluie étalant ses immenses traînées
D’une vaste prison imite les barreaux,
Et qu’un peuple muet d’infâmes araignées
Vient tendre ses filets au fond de nos cerveaux,

 

Des cloches tout à coup sautent avec furie
Et lancent vers le ciel un affreux hurlement,
Ainsi que des esprits errants et sans patrie
Qui se mettent à geindre opiniâtrement.

 

— Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,

Défilent lentement dans mon âme; l’Espoir,

Vaincu, pleure, et l’Angoisse atroce, despotique,
Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.