Last week was a testament to the lingering fatigue from the Engadin Marathon, as my legs carried the weight of the race, limiting my activities to a solitary double commute by bike. Balancing the energetic demands and wishes of our three little ones, our „rat pack,“ added to the week’s challenges, culminating in an early cuddle and sleep on Friday night.
An early Saturday morning kick-started with a grocery run, setting the tone for a quintessential family weekend. Despite the reluctance, we attempted to engage the kids in cross-country skiing, only to settle for a simple outing on the tracks and an outdoor lunch, which, unfortunately, didn’t lift spirits as hoped.


The week wrapped up with our traditional „Tatort“ evening, amidst laundry duties, and an unexpected holiday on Monday thanks to a local observance, providing a day for errands under dreary skies. A failed attempt at descaling the coffee machine meant a visit to the repair shop, hinting at an expensive but necessary fix to extend its life.
The promise of a beautiful Tuesday saw me embracing the distance from Chur to Zurich on my bike, a refreshing 120 km ride that bringing some smiles on my face, despite the daunting countdown to SWISSMAN, now under 100 days away. With anticipation building and the need to intensify my training palpable, it’s time to lace up the running shoes and hit the pavement, embracing the road ahead with both trepidation and excitement. The journey to SWISSMAN continues, with every pedal stroke and stride bringing me closer to the start line.






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