Out of the way

Yesterday I went swimming, before the whole long lunch thing. Crawled out of bed too few hoours after I crawled in there, and got dressed. It was still snowing outside, still not staying on the ground, so I wandered through the cold to the pool. It takes me about half an hour to get there. It snowed while I was there I suppose, because it still was when I came out, although slowly giving way to sunshine.

This morning it was really cold. For the first time I thought maybe I should close my window at night now. Too hard to get out of bed. But this evening I went down again to the pool. I felt surprisingly good (after all the food yesterday), and I managed to swim 2100m in just under an hour - nowhere near a fast pace, but one I am happy with for now. If I stick to the swimming and manage my 50km by Christmas I would also hope to get to something more like 20 minutes for a kilometre - still only half the speed of a real swimmer, over a much shorter distance, but good enough for messing around.

Coming back to work the kitchen folks (Bless them!!) had left some Goulasj as late-night workers' food. It went down a treat. Probably even nicer than the view at sunset, on my way there, with the ski jump at holmenkollen, and something that looks from this distance like a lit-up church in front of it. (Or maybe it's a gaol? I have no idea.)

(PS For the curious, that means I have 45.8 km still to swim)