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Why bending backwards isn't a good idea

Hi y'all,

So I ended last week's post on a rather gloomy and somewhat depressing note. I could say that I'm sorry for that and I could try to ease your uncomfortableness by saying I didn't quite mean it like that but you know what? I am not going to do that. I want to be honest on my blog and write what happens in my life as a runner, runcoach, lover, daughter, friend, fundraiser for the Dutch ALS  Foundation and basically just an awkward fourty-somethinger trying to figure out life.

So here it is. Lately I have been feeling like shit and I am not going to sugar coat that. If you don't like that or get scared than by all means ....go have fun in the shallows of Funville and ignoretown. I can't offer you that right now. What I can and will do for you is write honest to the gut reports on how I'm doing in recovery since rupturing the anklets on my right foot to the point they ripped of a piece of bone. Wowsah, that hurts. So after two complete weeks of much elevation, a softcast, wobbling about on crutches my foot looks like this:


As we enter week 3 in recovery I can only hope that my physical therapist can work his magic and help me get back on my feet (or foot in thise case) and back to that starting coral as soon as possible. Will it hurt? Shit yeah. Will I get tired of being in pain? Undoubtedly so. Will there be a time when I wanna quit? You betya. Will that stop me? Hell no! I am marathon girl. I will run. This is my game and I will beat whatever and whoever tries to counter me. I will not surrender. NEVER! You wanna know why? Because...



Running is my therapy. I need to be out there clearing my head because life is just too much to comprehend sometimes. The past few months have been particularly stressful and I'm tough as nails and I am that southern belle that pulls down her hat, lifts her chin, kicks down her boots and says ' TRY ME' I am that girl but when running is no longer an option I too get lost. You know why? Because as tough as I am and as much as I own several big girl pants I am still a human being buying her first ever real estate property, losing her mother, starting a new career and trying to be the best wife, best daughter, best sister, best friend, best coach, best runner and best fundraiser I can possibly be. But you know what? Bending backwards to get to where you wanna be isn't always the best road to travel by. I can see that now. So you know every now and again, for a lot of reasons or no reason at all I just need you. All of you.

I need you to remind me that my dreams are scary and that they are supposed to be just that. I need you to be there for me when I don't wanna get up and do what's needed. I need you to be that kick in the butt, that hand holding my  beer, that candle that stands in the window and that cup of tea. I need you to remind me to keep t unreal and make it happen.

That's it for now, until we read again
As always, love Marlies

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