Another lovely spring week in Stockholm. A little warm. A little cold. Some green grass. Some flowers. Some sun. Some grey. It’s about par for the course in April here.
What is not par for the course is runner’s nipple. And I am suffering from it. It is real. And it hurts.
In a stunning turnaround I have been running on a regular basis. Of course, this whole running on a regular basis has really solidified my dislike for the chosen exercise of so many people. My legs hurt. But more importantly, my nipples hurt.
But it hasn’t been all pain this week. And not even all pain while running. I think I came upon a couple having a bit of an illicit affair. Or it was a drug deal. One or the other. I came running up from behind on a man and a woman. Stealthily of course. Not slobbering everywhere. Not clomping along dragging my hairy ass around. And of course, not panting as if I were climbing one of Colorado’s 14ers.
The two were holding hands. Until they heard me. At which point the woman quickly pulled her hand away and stuck it in her pocket. Either hiding her drugs or her hand holding. Obviously. The man was a bit sneakier. Leaving is hand in the hand holding position as if that’s just the way he walks. But I was on to him. And when they both snapped their heads around and gave the classic hand in the cookie jar look (the cookie jar being… well, you get it). They were up to no good. It did give me the opportunity to let my imagination run. Along with my poor legs.
And then there are the moments when I am remembered that I live on a city built on islands. Like today.
Sitting on the bus, the bus suddenly came to a stop. It was rush hour; it’s not all that unheard of. Of course, then the engine cut out. As a general rule, the engine cutting out on a bus isn’t really a good sign. But then I looked up. And saw what was once a bridge. Instead of being able to cross the bridge though, we were stuck in line as the bridge was raised so a very large sail boat could get through.
In actual news, the Pirate Bay case might have to be re-tried due to possible conflict of interest on the part of the ruling judge. Swedish unemployment rose to 8.3% in March. Two people were shot in the middle of Gamla Stan. And it’s supposed to be nearly 20 degrees (that’s Celsius) this weekend.
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