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It takes two

Hi y'all

Been lenting for two weeks now. Yes lenting is a verb, who knew right? So how have I been doing? well this morning the scale was less of an a-hole and granted me -1.1kg so hopefully that number will slowely go down over the course of the next weeks. The number however is just a number and will not be the center of my attention. Yes I want to lose weight but not because I wanna be Barbie.  Though admittedly so this feminist icon is just beautiful.



Losing the weight makes it easier to run and that my friends, trust me, is what I want. Easy! Because seriously the pain that hits you around mile 20 is bad enough and A-NY-THING to make that less, is worth going all-in for. So me and the gym are back on with a 6 weeks training plan for strength and today I did my first official one. Back to being the noob on the floor and just not caring about it. So what if I don't what all the machines are and I need to ask? So what if I have to start up with baby weights looking like a sack of sweaty potatoes? I'm there and I'm doing the thing. And you know what? Last week even though the scale was an a-hole my energy was up. I feel rested when I wake up and swimming last friday was just cool. I lapsed 2km in 01:03:34 secondes and thing about this: the weeks before I could manage 1.5km in that time frame so...progress. That too is a thing. PRO-GRESS.

Runningwise the distances haven't yet been overwhelming and now that I know I'll be running a full in October it's easier for me to make time for my runs. Funny thing is that by doing so I feel better about myself and the world around me seems to have less of an impact on me. I don't feel guilty when I work-out and by doing so spending time on me. If anything I feel like a better person because I am taking care of myself and THAT makes me more relaxed & way more productive. So here's to all of us struggling with the idea of having to chose between things. Yesss you might have to be flexible with hours and you might need to drag your ass out early but you know what? The ONLY person actually giving a rats ass that you spent time on you is ....guess....YOU! And maybe the odd person that doesn't want you to feel good about yourself, the one person that needs to drag you down so they can feel good about themselves...and to that person the only response possible in my book is...well:




The one thing that did come back already even without the looooong long runs are my restless legs. Magnesium, foam rollers, compression socks and spiky foot massage rollers are now within arms length when me and my super amazing husband man slouch the couch after a long day. Him relaxing and enjoying this time, me jittery and jumpy and rolling over one of the rollers like a crazy person. So week 2 done and done. I feel better, I like running and I even enjoyed strength and swimming. So today al is well in Whoville.

That's it for now. Keep it unreal and make it happen.
No limits, no regrets
Until we read again, as always
Love Marlies

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