Vienna

Saturday morning in Vienna. We were intending a 10K — a good way to shake off four days of sitting in a room staring at manifests. We took a wrong turn somewhere around the Prater, failed to correct it, and finished 14K instead. Nobody was angry about it. The extra kilometres took us through streets we wouldn’t have found otherwise, past the football stadium and through a neighbourhood we had no particular reason to be in. Finishing tired is still finishing.