When the alarm woke me up at 05:50, I wished it was a dream. I didn’t have a good sleep last night, had some kind of odd dreams. It must be the book I was reading right before the bedtime.
One of the themes was about life and death, certainly too philosophical to be absorbed so it appeared several times during my sleep, unconsciously.
It seemed to be a cloudy day, no sign of the sun yet, it was extremely tempting to have an extra half hours’ sleep. The motivation for a morning jog wasn’t at its highest level, it must be the determination that kept me going because I did get up after all. It was 06:04, so 14 minutes struggling, not that bad, I may even be able to reduce it a bit next time, 10 minutes perhaps, or shorter? I doubt I will.
I prefer to have a jog in the morning, it’s excellent exercise and pure meditation. The feeling of “I made it” is wonderful. It’s a good start of the day, refreshing physically and mentally. And it doesn’t affect my daily routine as it’s already done when the day starts.
The sun was out when I had my third run. I’ve been running beside the lake (Holmendammen) so many times that I thought the view wouldn’t impress me any more. I got it wrong again, how beautiful it is. The pictures say it all.
With the autumn fast approaching, it’s good to be reminded of the beauty of summer. The summer in Norway.