Weekend,

this weekend will be one of cycling. It will start Saturday at noon, Sunday again at the same time. Yesterday I trained a short while on the track and it was okay; 17.7 k in 29 minutes + some extra kilometers which made a total of almost 40 k. Today I rode 51 k after work. It was almost dark when I got home at 18:45 pm
I didn't ride what I planned to ride, I think it was too far too.

Life goes on when a colleague is struggling to live. Her colleagues are having fun, maybe they think every now and then at her faith but nevertheless on a 10 minutes car ride there is a colleague suffering. Years passing by, saying goodmorning Bea and now you can't help her. It is and feels unheimisch, don't cha think?