Sons, Sun, and Subzero Strolls
Today wasn’t one walk, it was a stitched-together series of strolls, like chapters in a slow-burning book. The first chapter opened before the world thawed, with frost clinging…
Bjorn B (Borniet)
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From Feast to Forest
Christmas was amazing! Family-packed, food-heavy, laughter-filled chaos. The kind of day where you eat your body weight in stuffing and still ask for dessert. And I’ll own it: I…
Strides with My Son
Some days, the world throws noise at you. Other days, it hands you a canal, a camera, and just enough cloud drama to make you stop mid-step and go “wow.”…
Today’s walk came in two parts.
Part one: a lunch break stroll stretching 6km, with moody skies above and the canal reflecting every bit of it. Not exactly vibrant weather, but there’s something refreshing…
Tracks, Code, and a Dash of Sunlight
Today’s “walk” (if you can even call it that) was basically a scenic shuffle around the office. It wasn’t laziness—okay, maybe partly—but more about the time suck combo of…
Blue Skies, Busy Mind
Lunch breaks are supposed to be relaxing, right? Not today. The calendar turned into Tetris with meetings, and it looked like my midday walk was about to be the piece that didn’t…
6K of Sanity
Let’s file this one under “accidentally overachieving on a Monday.” Planned a short leg-stretch over lunch, but momentum (and maybe mild existential dread) carried me to a 6km…
From Parking Lots to Peaceful Rivers
Office days are usually a mix of fluorescent lighting, mild caffeine dependency, and an existential dread of back-to-back meetings. But today? Today had a plot twist. With…
Short Sun, Long Strides
You ever chase the sun on your lunch break like it owes you money? That was me today, walking shoes on, iPhonecamera in one hand, protein bar in the other, watching the sky play…
30-Minute Rebellion
Today, I pulled off the impossible: I took a real lunch break. No emails. No “quick calls.” Just me, my legs, and the December sun doing its best impression of golden hour… at…