At this rate, Gard, your gut and your hairline will cross the finish line sometime Monday — the rest of you still stuck at kilometer 30.
“At this pace, even Lars's GPS is dyslexic — it can't tell if you're running a 5K or going to fetch a beer.”
“Cruising at 4:45/km like a man who also carefully reads every ingredient label on his sparkling water.”
the coach is preparing a statement…
“At this pace, even your gut knows you saved enough energy for tonight's gluten-flavored self-destruction session.”
🚔 Filip, you're scared of beer AND barbells — what exactly are you not afraid of, bubble wrap?
🚔 Your legs skip leg day so often, even your receding hairline is running faster than you.
Counts WeightTraining, Workout, Crossfit and (debatably) Yoga. The sheriff turns red on Friday if anyone is at zero.
🏆 Filip has given 13 kudos — either very supportive or no idea what he's clicking on. Probably the latter.
🧊 Gard has given 5 kudos. Gard does not believe in emotional support. This tracks.
💸 KUDOS DEBT: Gard has received 14 kudos from the group but only given back 5. He owes 9 kudos. Pay up.
297.4 km of 1100 km run together — 183 km until 🇩🇰 Copenhagen
Currently somewhere past 🇸🇪 Gothenburg. First border crossed. Swedes confused.
Filip is currently perfectly on brand · honor system, like all great institutions
calories burned, converted at the official rate: 1 🍺 = 215 kcal
17 beers in credit. The bank of sweat pays out.
21 beers in credit. The bank of sweat pays out.
No burn, no beer. Perfectly balanced inactivity.
6 beers in credit — spend them wisely (Thursday counts).
Group total (this week): 9,900 kcal = 46 beers of collective purchasing power. Estimates: kg × km × 1.036 for runs — argue with science, not with us.
⚡ = nøkkeløkt HQ (Nordre Gravlund, Frognerkilen, Voldsløkka — where the work gets done). Tap any route for its scientifically paired post-run 🍺 reward.
Strava syncs quietly in the background after the page loads — never more than once per 30 min.