After last autumn’s Bucharest marathon, I tried to keep training so as not to grow out of shape. When some knee injuries prevented me from running, I went to the gym. It didn’t really feel like I belonged there, but it was better than sitting on the couch, potato-style (not that I have a couch anyhow).
For the winter holiday, which I spent in Vienna, just like a zillion other Romanians as a matter of fact, I took my running gear with me. It was not the usual routine you imagine about holiday. I woke up very early in the morning, like 6 or 6.30, put on my running shoes and off I went to explore the city at running speed, just before sunrise. This brought me two wonderful experiences.