I thought the week would be unbearable for me because of some circumstances.
Surprisingly, it went better than I expected.
Every day, running through a forest. I didn't care about the mosquito bites. I didn't care about that I wasn't used to running this much and had to stop every once in a while to catch my breath nor I did care about possibly looking like a complete ass while meeting random mushroom-picking people in the morning.
With Týr in my mp3 player, with beautiful nature around, I felt great. Sorted out some of my thoughts, found new and exciting ones for me to think about in the evening when I couldn't sleep.
Beautiful, beautiful rainy days.