Bread, butter, skyr, ice cream, chocolate mousse, cheese, cinnamon buns, croissants, more bread, more butter … thank goodness for my “Iceland Marathon.”
I’m glad I tallied some good numbers early in the week, because once I hit the ION Hotel in the middle of nowhere my major activity became turning my head to see the whole horizon and hauling myself out of the hot tub.
More on that soon. First, another croissant.
Well, it CAN’T be all work and no play!
Perhaps you can swim lengths in the hot tub? Does your fitbit count that?