Will the pickled herring keep me warm?

 Man I'm a sissy in the cold.

Honestly, I don't know how you mainlanders do it.  I mean, I lived in Boston for 5 years, but that was before I was a runner. I give all of you mad props for keeping up your running in the winter.  For example, my first morning here I bounded outside to run and promptly stopped. It took every ounce of my being to not turn right back around and crawl into bed.  The next morning, I woke up, put on my running clothes, and then sat on the edge of my bed.  I then proceeded to have this conversation with myself: "I don't wanna run." "Go run." "But it's cold outside and I'm not used to this!" "Go run." "But I'm not training! What's the point?" "You've used that excuse for the past month. And now you're getting chubby. Go run." "But I need my fat for insulation!" "At the rate you're going to the bakery, you're going to need to buy new pants. And think of how much it's going to suck taking all these pounds off when you return to the states. Go run, fatty." "Fine. But I'm gonna complain to you the whole time." "Whatever, as long as you get the miles in. Now hurry up."

Part of my complaining also lies with the daylight. I go to work in the dark and come home in the dark.  This is the view from my office...at 9 in the morning (this is so, so wrong)

But I try to remain upbeat about things, especially since I was the one who made the decision to come here in the winter!

Yesterday, due to a storm that created tidal chaos, I couldn't collect data. Instead I took the opportunity to run in the daylight. Yes, the wind was blowing like mad crazy (who doesn't love running at a 30 degree angle into the wind?) but it was so nice to be able to see the sights of the surrounding area. Here is the video I took at the start of my run:

Eventually I got out of the wind and managed to get some nice sightseeing in! Here are some highlights from the run:

And the best part about running? Getting to eat more! Like this mussel feast we had a few nights ago when the mussel researchers shared their bounty:

Or the pickled herring at the Julefrokost (Christmas lunch, which is actually a misnomer since it started at 2 and ended at midnight!) yesterday. I am so in love with Danish food.