| For this day of this stage I had brought my old well-worn Grivel tights. This was a pair I a few years earlier had bought from my rock-climbing friend Morten Overgaard, and some tights I always had had a positive impression of because of their vividly coloured design. Unfortunately they had become pretty worn because of many years' close contact with the rock, so they had also become full of holes. Which was the reason why I had not found them suitable for running in the civilized Copenhagen. But in the semi-deserted wilderness of Värmland I would not disturb anybody. |
