Sport is healthy - as long as you can keep an eye on things.
It didn't quite work out here.
Or been with others: You went stupid!
I have reached the next level as a hobby runner.
I am now traveling at the speed of light - the speed my headlamp allows me.
Because early in the morning I paddle through darkness and fog at the excavator pond and in the city park.
Others may judge whether this is smart.
That is why I would like to relate the term “bright head” purely to the headlamp already mentioned, which unfortunately shines more on my skull than the way in front of me.
More than two or three meters - the rest is poking and poking in the fog.
What makes me happy: I'm not alone, there are three or four others who are out and about not because of their dog, but because of running shoes.
Hello colleagues!
I do the motorcyclist salute.
What annoys me: They are all much faster on the road.
What amazes me: I let myself get infected, now I also pick up the pace.
What stops me: the concrete bench in the city park, against which I pound unchecked in the fog.
I survived the dive into urban botany - apart from a slightly damaged shin - unscathed.
Briefly the crown, or light bulb, straightened and checked: Has anyone seen it?
Then it goes on.
On the last few meters I decide: I won't tell my mishap in a big way.
But I could write it down.