It’s our last day here in Tromsø so we try to cram in a couple more touristy activities. We have yet to eat a pølse (aka a Norwegian hot dog) so we make that a priority for lunch. It’s cold and rainy but we walk down to the semi-famous 100 year old pølse stand… just to find that it isn’t even open!! There’s a sign explaining that they’re only open on nice sunny days. Rude.
I wake up in pain, obviously. These are the repercussions of not being prepared and I accept full responsibility. Live and learn, I say. Dad gets up to buy some groceries around 10:30 and finds the store is closed.
I never know how to prepare for a run. This is my first race, but I mean, even going for a practice run at home I’m like what do I eat for breakfast? Did I get enough sleep?
I can only sleep for about 4 hours at a time now. Brilliant. Lucky for them, this does not apply to the rest of my family. They all sleep for a solid 8+ hours. Jealous.
This midnight sun business is messing with me. I haven’t really slept in at least 24 hours, but I’m not feeling overly tired because I’m like, the sun is up! Gotta keep moving! But this can’t last. Soon I must nap. People always call me out for having a 24hr clock on my phone, but I’ve never needed it more than now. Is it 10pm? 10am? Who could know?