t Minus 15 Minutes to Happiness

That sign. That beautiful, beach-shaped sign.

Fifteen minutes left in the car. Fifteen minutes until I can kick off my trainers, hit the sand, and find out if the Baltic is as cold as Grandpa promised (he wins, it always is).

We've got two weeks here in Świnoujście. Two weeks of Polish food, sea swimming, Czarek the dog getting sand everywhere, and — obviously — training. But training on my terms. Sand runs, bodyweight circuits on the promenade, maybe find a clay court somewhere.

For now though? Windows down, music up, eyes on the horizon.

See you on the other side.