We had a couple of beers last night. Our employer was so nice to open the roof terrace and invite us for some Olympic drinks. Nice view from there, as you can see on the picture. Not sure after how many beers I noticed that cycling home is not an option anymore. But taking the train seemed to be a bit of an anti Olympic spirit. Especially in this awesome weather. I remembered some stories about crazy ultra runners in the book Born To Run (highly recommended read btw) who run no matter what the alcohol level is in their blood. So I ran home. And I made it. Wasn’t easy though, but made me feel a bit like a crazy (one day ultra to be) runner – which is a good thing, I hope.