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Home is where the heart is

Hi Y'all,

Some runs are good, some are not just like days and people are I guess. Being raised a rebel with a country soul and a lot of love for all things considered freedom, I learned at a very young age that you don't ever ask ' why me?!' but you pull down your hat and scream 'TRY ME!'. The latter almost always being a challenge either to you or to the person having the nerve to cross you.

Yesterday was a bad day. I had been working 20 hours over two of my days off and when I did start out on my run I immediatly felt it was a bad idea. Not just any bad idea but the mother of all bad ideas. My legs were so tired I started to sway one mile in, I felt dizzy and sick and right there and than I decided to call it quits. I hardly ever do that but this one was just me asking for a whole lot of problems. I was sad and angry. I couldn't even get a run in.

When I got home I ate, took a shower and crashed on the couch under a blanket feeling absolutely exhausted. Too tired to move anything. I slept like didn't even see my bed just the night before and all in all caling it quits yesterday was a good decision because today my bad run got a do-over that felt a lot better. I ran 4.3 miles and felt good. Running past the lake I have come to love in my newish home town and through the park just made it easier for me to breath and it gave me a clean start on this hectic week.

Yesterday sucked running wise. Today felt good and once again I felt so at home in the surroundings we call home since December that I wasn't surprised when I wanted to get defensive in a meeting a few hours later when my new home town got bashed by two people I shook hands with for the first time. Now I decided to not blow-up about it and just reply with a friendly smile telling that leaving Amsterdam has been the best choice I made in a very long time and that I absolutely love my new town. And why did I not get all up in their faces about it? Because a good run gives me enough oxygen to deal with stuff like that....until I slam the doors of my car ...

To be fair it kinda does get to me when people bash my new town because they are degrading our choices without having the decency to ask me why we decided to live here. Being so disrespectful about a town you honest to the deities don't even know is offensive and rude. Plain rude, But you know what? I truely do hope people like that keep their promise and don't ever move here because I am not willing to share one inch of my beloved nature with oxygen depriving people like that. In all fairnes I am not willing to share our newly found home with anyone having to bitch about it. What I would like to say to them is this:

Please don't ever see the beauty in running / biking or hiking past the endless patches of farmland, the Markerlake, The Oostvaardersplassen, The Markerwadden, Bataviahaven and IJsselmeer. Please don't ever come visit our stages for a great show by world known names or our lovely town center for a good day of shopping. Please spare me the details of how you loath something you will never understand and please ....what ever you do.....don't ever move here and please don't even come over for a day!! Your money isn't what we want because your company isn't all it's cracked up to be. This place is not for people bashing the crap out of a small town with stunning nature surrounding it.

This place is made for people that are sick and tired of hipsters and overcrowded, overcommercialized events. This place is made for people that love to be outdoors, join small local initiatives, help out others just because it is the decent thing to do, work around the house and garden on Saturday and join sporting events on Sunday. This place is made for quiet evenings and silent nights that actually show you the stars. This place is for people that love small town festivals and all they have to offer. This place is the place we call home simply because somewhere along the way we lost our hearts to it.



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

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