On day 842, which was a Saturday, December 29, I sat in the car alone for the first time. I had to go to Tallinn because Saturdays are those days when my running club, Sparta, gathers in the indoor arena for some serious training. Yes, that’s the advanced training and although I most likely the slowest person there, it mainly welcomes competitive runners. My husband fell ill and the initial plan of him running around outdoors while I’m indoors failed. And to my ultimate horror, I needed to be completely alone in the car. Alone on the slippery roads. The only one looking out of the window, trying to spot other cars coming when turning. The only pair of eyes.
Oh, well. I dug the car out of the heap of snow, turned the radio to Rock.fm and drove. And it was fun! I felt so powerful. After the training, I even drove to a big supermarket and parked rather decently. I loaded the car trunk full of food and was so proud of myself. How on earth did I once think that maybe I don’t have what it takes to be a car driver? I do.
1. Own and live in a house.
Worked on the recipes for my second e-book. Hopefully, this one will do better than the first one. I really want to switch to writing e-books. Translating really isn’t my passion.
2. Write AND publish a book.
Like I said, worked on the book. Just some notes on the paper but this is important part of the process as well.
3. Win a major race.
5×1000 m with 4.00 min/km pace. Well, that was encouraging. When I first tried running similar intervals in Cardiff (horrible rain and wind, the last day in the UK), I failed miserably with the pace of 4.25. The trainer was happy.