Guess who's back.
But spring came along eventually, as it always does and suddenly the sun is shining again.
To recover, after we finally found a flat, moved and have our own place again, I decided it was time to go back to running. The first time was really frustrating, I could hardly run one lap and felt like my lungs were exploding afterwards. But the next day I could do four laps and the day after I managed five.
Now, six weeks later I run 6-8 kilometers four or five times a week and I feel so accomplished every time I beat my own best time.
I'm in balance again.
It's the best thing in the world.