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This is BADASS

Hi y'all,

Countdown tells me only 83 days to go before I will crush the hills in San Fran. Woohooo. I am still very excited about that and each passing week I learn so much and my confidence grows with each mile. Can I do this? Hell yeah I can! So how was last week? Well I trained 3 times according to schedule and felt good afterwards. check out this week's runs here

Running feels great but most of the times it's the wake-up-early part that really gets to me. I know I feel better running in the morning than I do running after an entire day of doing stuff but I really don't like morning. So normally when I know I have to get a run in I am going through a few stages and I end up running anyway. This is kind of what happens:

Phase one is the part where I go: MAKE IT STOP. I'm gonna throw shoes at somebody. GO AWAY! NO NO NO NO...why do I want to run a half marathon? This is STUPID!

Than the bargaining starts.Just one more minute? No wait another minute? Right! I will get out of bed but just so y'all know I am not going to be happy about it. It just isn't FAIR. It just isn't.

Phase 3 is all about trying to find stuff you perfectly well know where to find but for some reason can't anymore. The part where I go: where is/are my... fill in the blanks...The part where you walk around in just one sock, your bra and shirt, trying to tie the laces of one shoe while looking for that one perfect running pants that obviously is in the laundry basket. Until you realize..

You are actually trying to stop the inevitable and that is when I enter phase 4 aka the self motivational phase. It is when my inner coach (and he ain't got no off switch) screams at me and goes: STOP PROCRASTINATING and get your ass out on the street. Those hills don't run themselves and you better get moving otherwise you'll be crying all the way in San Fran. NOW GOGOGOGOGO!!

The coach always wins and there I go as I enter phase 5 and I'm driving either myself, my man or both insane as I am skipping through the house and trying to work up the juice I need to actually get out the door and run that long distance run my schedule is telling me to do on that way too early Sunday morning.

In a nutshell that is what running feels like especially on those Sunday mornings. It's the feeling I get when I cross that huge bridge that just happened to be there on the last mile I had to run that makes up for the hell that is early. Climbing with burning legs and lungs and all I can think of is: THIS IS BADASS! And than there is the shower afterwards or that amazing trout sandwich. Well..let me tell you this: you'll learn to appreciate those so much more after running 11+ km on an early Sunday morning.

Hope you had laugh. Be sure to check out my fundraising page right here and it would be awesome if you'd donate a little something for the good cause I'm running for. That's it for this week. Join me again next week.

As always, until we read again

Love, Marlies

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