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Halt to hold happiness

Hi Y'all,

when out on long runs with my man next to me we talk. Those hours out together make me so happy and I feel so blessed to have this beautiful, caring, fun loving, supportive man in my life. He doesn't only believe in equality for men and women; he carries it out. He encourages me to step up my game and believe in myself all the way. He doesn't ask me to give up anything in stead he asks me what he can do to help me get to whatever goal I have set for myself. It is exactly that undoubted and rock steady trust and companionship that makes me wanna do better, be better.



In both my running and my real life I have discovered that being happy is not something that comes to you. It is something you have to actively pursuit. How so? Life isn't always good. It can be truely hard even and some days not getting up ever again feels like thé single best answer to all of your shit. But honestly it isn't. Desperation and negativity can follow you around, stick to you and keep you in their grip. It is up to you to look at all the things that make you happy, feel blessed or even just content and that is something you need to do every day.

Am I doing that? Nope. Not right now I am not and as soon as I stopped just counting my blessings at the end of every day I find myself vaulnerable for dementors. It has become increasingly more difficult to stick to my goals and not let the nay-sayers get to me. Not just in real life but in running even. And it needs to stop. I need to just stop for a few minutes every day and just...breathe. I know that when I'm doing that it is easier to find my way back to the things I love and like even after one of those particularly heinous Mondays.

Today's long run, and it was a long one with 10 miles under the button, reminded me. My super amazing husband man reminded me. I am a strong, fierceful, fiery, inner red head DNA determined Irish rebellious runner and I have a choice. I can choose to break down my castle and render it useless by falling into the depths of dispair or I can built the biggest and most impressive stronghold and lead the way.

The road to a strong, warm and blessed live is not a given. It is like training for a marathon and you have to make time to grow and get stronger. So today once again I will get back to it. I did start a gratitude book and was an avid writer but when I got back on my feet I forgot how I got back up and I took my happiness for granted. It is not. So as of today I will pick it up again combined with some much needed breathing excersis every day for the next 30 days. Just think of it as a work-out schedule for your soul. Will you be joining me? Leave a comment anywhere and let's see where the next 30 days will take us. Today my 10 miles out with my main man helped me remember: sometimes you have to halt to hold happiness and honestly...a 10 minute work-out for your soul every day seems doable right?



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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