Remember how I said in August, that I’m not Mrs Sporty? Well it seems like I haven’t learned my lesson or understood my limits at all. Because when one of my colleagues asked, if someone would like to have her ticket for the Tjur Ruset, a cross country (more a cross forrest!) run over 10km, of course I had to say Yes. Why? That is still unclear to me. The best thing about it though, was the fact that the run was on saturday – I got the ticket on friday!
Well prepared as I was (cough), I joined 5000 other crazy people and ran through mud, over and under trees and through slightly slobbery moats. I felt like a pig in wallow… And I’m sure I looked like one, too!
The way home in the subway was hilarious! The guard gave me a plastic bag to sit on and I didn’t dare to take off my number tag, so that people knew why I looked the way I did. But still, people were confused and a tiny bit amused. When I came home and looked in the mirror, I knew why!
But now I’m clean again. And after our caretaker unplugged the shower from leaves and twigs, we can even use that one again! Happy end after all!