As I too belong to the generation of Husak’s children and know what is the difference between Marie Kabrhelova and a Japanese calculator, I grew up among the red carnations, pioneer scarfs and International Women’s Day celebrations. Luckily those
red dark times are far behind us. Today, inspired by 12HonzaDe, I decided to celebrate by running.
Dressed in my old North Sea Jazz T-shirt (I am back to my 2002 size!) with Chicago music in my earphones I jumped onto the treadmill… and ran a magic distance of 8.3 km.
And as a thank you to my Czech readers, here is one I couldn’t resist: