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Hi y'all,

Do you ever get that feeling that the universe is trying to tell you something? That there are just too many coïncidences for you to keep seeing them as such? Right that about sums up week 1 of Glinda-the-Good and marathon training.

Last week I told you about the new huge and awesome goal I had to find. Well I can let you in on part  one of the secret because part two isn't open for registration yet. I have registered for another race to mark the half-way point in training. I will run the Amersfoort HALF marathon June 16th. About 4 months months later somewhere on this planet I will run a full one and it scares the shit out of me because this marathon is not one where you can hide behind about 10.000 other runners. This one doesn't have that many runners. So I am scared. Yep. Again.

Marathon drama was there the minute I said the magical words outloud...MA-RA-THON and badaboooom DRAMAAAAA.



The first thing that happened was that my company (a charity) decided to take on the adventure of flying across the ocean with a bunch of humans that are crazy enough to actually start training for the epic 26.2 miles, run it with the severe change of a jetlag AND to top it of go crazy in fundraising too. What marathon? well....it's to be held November 3th in one of the US biggest cities that we used to call New Amsterdam before we sold it to the British...yep...New York City, the big apple. And we have runners that will run it and I'm coming with. But I can't run it. WHAT??? You passed up on opportunity to run NYC? Yep I did and I'm not sad about it either. Why did I pass it up?

1. First of all I'm commited to swimming the Amsterdam City Swim with my sister to raise money for the charity I work at. I can only participate in one big fundraising event and actually raise some money. People tend to get a little worn out if you overask and I don't want to be that person. So one event per year and I was already committed to swimming the canals.

2. I either run 26.2 miles and do it as a fundraiser OR I'm there as an eventmanager. I can't do both at the same time. That is just not possible

3. I'm running my full in October and I can't run back-to-back. Some people can, I am not one of them.

So NYC was out of the question and than the big drama started because I want to run it in October but the only really huge one with many participants and a time limit of 6hrs was one I've already done AND one that is too much tied to mom, ALS and all of that. I never want to run Amsterdam again. So Dublin got my attention, but it was a tad expensive for just 4 days doing things I love to do but the love of my life doesn't so we decided against it and after I adapted to the idea of running it in the Netherlands all I could think was:

1. I'll be the last one to finish if I chose the other marathon so Amsterdam is my safest bet...but I really don't wanna run Amsterdam. I DON'T AAAARGH I HATE THIS...

2. I really need a six hour time limit. Why am I such a bad runner? Why am I such a sad slow stupid turtle. EVERYONE can run a full in 6 hrs....I'm better than that. OMG I'm soooo not. I will finish last if I ever finish it at all...Oh lord...I can't do this one. My only option is Amsterdam and I really DON'T WANNA!!

Yep....I was being a completely spoiled, scared and just completely stupid little girl stomping her feet because I didn't get what I wanted and what happened was that I immediatly let insecurities overtake me. So after one night of being stupid I decided to F'n grow a pair, girl-up and just go for it. I CAN run this marathon within the time limit and even if I do cross that finish line as the last runner than I still ran 26point2miles....so F insicurities and F everything....I'm registering for the not-so-big marathon. Yep. F....I'm doing that. F it....F it all! And so I joined the ranks of the lucky NYC rungroup for their first training. This is me trying to pull myself up and trust me when I say that 'm sure someone forgot to put in my muscles when I was created. Seriously!!


So what was the weirdest part?  Minutes after I decided upon the other marathon and registered for the Amersfoort half, literally minutes after that....my old running club boss mailed me asking me if I could take on a new group of runners. Seriously....minutes after I registered. That is weird right? I mean...weird weird. Well....I said not now...because I'm not fit enough to be one at this moment but after my own marathon and NYC we'll talk. How is that for week one hunh? And i haven't even told you if the miracle workings of Glinda-The-Good combined with me being more active have paid off....well ...I can see slight changes but my scale is being an utter A-hole and didn't change a thing. Not to worry, it will come. I know it will.



We are on the #roadtoAmersfoort and I will make this happen. Even if it scares the bejeezers out of me.

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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