Yesterday’s morning run may not have chased away the inevitable jet lag, nor set any records. Our bodies were still scattered across multiple time zones – loitering somewhere above Southeast Asia, briefly detained in the Middle East, while the calendar, with official indifference, insisted that we were in Europe and Scandinavia. But a slow, steady 5k jog in the crisp Scandinavian air – lungs filling with cold clarity, legs remembering their rhythm – proved invigorating and, if only temporarily, until the next wave of jetlagginess set in, energizing.