Running

Marcel wakes in his own bed, runs through a park, colors recent dailies, and types a newsletter.

I mentioned the quality of beds in the UK to a few friends, and many agreed that modern sleep technology doesn’t seem to have made it across the Channel.

Marcel runs with friends and later gives Milo a badly wrapped present at his first birthday party.

Running alone and running with friends is like day and night. It’s so much more fun to yap while running for 12 kilometres.

Marcel and a crowd end up at Hamburg’s harbor festival during a photo walk; he later tries on new running shoes and a raincoat.

The harbor’s birthday is a huge party, and people from all over Germany visit Hamburg to behave badly. It’s usually something people from Hamburg try to stay away from.

Marcel bends over on a grassy patch after a hot 12-kilometer run.

I actually had to take a nap later on. We even tried to stay in Zone 2, but it was harder than usual.

Marcel celebrates a 12-kilometer run with companions at the harbor, where he has a nosebleed.

That weird red splotch is from me not noticing my nosebleed quickly enough.

Marcel runs 12 km, then visits a cat exhibition with Mareen.

Give me a run, an exhibition and good company and I'm having a good day.

Marcel runs with Pablo, then watches Hoppers with Anna and eats popcorn.

Running became fun again once I stopped winging it and went back to following a plan.

I actually had to go back to the popcorn person and switch mine, because they accidentally gave me salty popcorn too.

Marcel runs past newly green trees, then relaxes beside his laptop while coding features for his blog.

Coding became a lot easier once I didn’t have to do it myself anymore.