My So Called Cypriot Life

Spot the paleface on the back, yes - that's me with my Cypriot tan. Photo: Helsinki Twilight Run   Does the following situation sound familiar for you?  You train six, seven, maybe eight months, log miles, get up early mornings to beat the scorching sun, say no to staying up late and having more than one beer, try to squeeze the nasty speed runs between soccer practise and family dinner, remember the core training and log some more miles, alone most of the time. Planning, effort and self-obedience. All the same qualities I do not possess in me naturally, more like I need to train by brain as well as my feet. And then just when the race is just around the corner, an illness tackles you to bed. Well, I know.  Last summer it was a sprained ankle, so I was looking forward for this summer. July was meant to be a long and smooth runway leading steadily to a fall marathon. Well, my plans usually have a mind of their own.  The trail run in the woods of Paloheinä changed into fo