BUGGED

Weight: 77 kilos
Time spent running since 15 November: 35 hours 29 minutes
Distance run since 15 November: 339.5 kilometers
Time left: 9 weeks

Okay. So I have some kind of bug that ruins everything. My muscles hurt the moment I set off training, after two minutes I start sweating ferociously, my heart rate jumps to gigantic levels, and after three kilometers I am dead. So to speak. There goes my schedule. No option but to take it real easy until the bug is gone. And then go all-out during March, hoping that by the end of that month my fitness level is... well... more or less okayish enough?

No need to depress you though, my dear resillient readers. Or maybe that should be reader? Let me, instead of more moaning about a hobby that you don't get anyway, list some of the things Sanna, now 19 months and a half, can do.

Sanna can say "jiujiu". She said it several times tonight, clearly pronunciated, with gusto (lips curled and all) while we flicked through the photos from China in her album. For the uninitiated: jiujiu is uncle and refers to Ching Wern who accompanied us on the big trip to the far east, almost half a year ago now.

Sanna can now say mama and papa at the right moment. She used to say papa when meaning the parent not present (yeah yeah, I bow my head in shame) regardless of who it'd be. For instance, sitting downstairs with her she'd look up and say the p-word when hearing Chui Hsia upstairs. But I don't think she's ever said mama while referring to me.

Sanna can kick a ball. In fact, Sanna could kick a ball before she could walk. I know, we're getting dangerously close here to the stuff that ABBA songs are made of. Having said that, I would not mind if she quotes me on this when, at 23, she's the female version of Johan Cruijff, bending it like Beckham but better, and is voted football playeress of the year by her peers. By that time, women's football will have really taken off. And Sanna, MY daughter, will bathe in the glory that I only know from dreaming about it. Worth holding her up and moving her foot against the ball any time. Of course, now she can kick a ball unaided. This weekend, if it rains enough, we can start practicing her slidings. Yee-Haw!

Sanna can really make me feel welcome when I come home. She'll jump up from whatever she's doing when she hears me open the door, run towards the hallway and great me with a giant smile and a loud "hee hee hee hee!" Ten seconds later she's nagging me for food, but still, it makes for a great reception.

Sanna can spot a plane in the sky. First she'll recognise the sound, put up one index finger and say the very useful word "Uh!" Then she'll scan the skies and get very excited when she sees the plane up there. I wonder whether there's any connection with her own travels.

Sanna can eat the food I cook. That, I tell you, is a real achievement. Not every grown-up person masters this delicate art.

That's just some of her many ways of making me happy. For more, check out her blog any time. There's also some great pictures there of the two of us, taken by the multi-talented mama person.