I don’t like Milan. Never did. I’ve been living here for 13 years and my feelings toward the city have gone from loathing to mild acceptance.
But sometimes, just like these early mornings, the sky isn’t totally grey, the air isn’t filled with traffic noises and smells and it doesn’t look that bad.
And I think that these are the moments that make life worth living and I think I should find a way to reverse the relationship between living and surviving.
On a side note: my coaching app says I’m going to run 20 minutes straight with no pauses in less than one week.
I can’t even imagine I will be able to do that.
I smell failure big time.
Faking it 'till I make it 