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The hilly side of my road

My goodness sometimes I wonder if I am cut out for blogging. Some people are really good at writing and keeping their fans updated. I'm not too sure anybody reads my blog and I am not a very loyal writer either. So if you are one of my very rare fans than I am truely sorry. Sorry for not being a loyal writer and very sorry for my spelling mistakes I most certainly make. You just have to make due with the spare and rare moments I do get some quiet time to actually update my blog and hopefully you will forgive me my sometimes stinky English. Just remember I am not a native.

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So...how is running? Check todays run right here Well it's like a hill. Some mornings you wake up and the hill turned into a mountain blocking the sunlight. Other days the hill shriveled up to the size of a molehill. But no matter the size of the hill everytime you reach the top and see the world around the hill it is a victory. No matter how big or small. The past two weeks have been a total roller coaster at home but in a twisted way it gave me even more motivation to run. My mom had to go to the hospital for a horrible surgery this is why and next to the fact that it scared the bejesus out of the entire family it somehow gave me the strength to go out there and run. If she is that strong to do this surgery than I can most definately run a 10 mile run. And so I ran with my new soles and today with some weird toe brace my orthopedic man crafted for me. Thought I was doing well until I took of my shoes and saw this:

Horrible right? Okay so I'm doing well on my training for the Damloop but I have to really not miss anymore training sessions. I only have about 29 days left and I still have to pass the 14km training but I will get there. No matter what. I decided to run at anywhere between 6.30 and 7 minutes per kilometer so that isn't fast at all (it's very slow) but I want to finish those 10 miles and that is all that counts. The one thing I still haven't done yet either is eat during a run. Who can give some good advice on what to eat (no arteficial sweetened stuff please!) and when? Would be nice to hear from you guys.

As always until we read again, Love Marlies

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