When we completed the lap and walked a little to catch our breath, Stian suggested we sprint to the other side of the lake. I wasn't thrilled at the idea, but thought I would try anyway. I didn't get very far, stopped sprinting to catch my breath, and then started again. I was running as fast as I could. And then, with all his enthusiasm and delight (apparently he enjoyed this, and was only trying to encourage me), he said this: "run faster, love!".
Did I run faster? No. In fact, I stopped running altogether and burst into tears.
"I feel like such a failure!!!" (I barely managed to get that out because I was sobbing and couldn't breath from sprinting).
Poor Stian didn't know what hit him. I absolutely took what he said the wrong way...it was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
Trying to talk, catch your breath, all while simultaneously sobbing is quite complicated, and I was surprised I managed to explain myself:
"I just...(sobbing breaths)...feel like I can't do ANYTHING here!! I'm terrible at the language, I'm trying so hard to drive - unsuccessfully! I can't remember all of Norway's stupid road rules, and just now, I was running literally as fast as I could, and still that wasn't good enough!"
As if that wasn't enough, our lives are in a bit of an upheaval because we're renovating, and apparently I'm an expensive girl to keep around because of double visa fees that we've had to pay (nearly 8000 kroner - a whopping $1300) and driving lessons which don't come cheap either.
It surprises me how these seemingly insignificant things in one country can create monumental stress in another.
My solution: I told Stian that I think we both need to something fun....SOON!