So there’s this song, see.
About getting ready and going outside.
And PROS.alpha likes it.
I’ll let you go ahead and imagine how many times we’ve seen it, but first, of course, because I love, I’m gonna go ahead and share it with you.
CAUSE I LOVE
Guess how many times I’ve heard this song.
Continue reading “Put On Your Shoes”
This morning, first of all, I woke up at FOUR FORTY FIVE because of birds singing the songs of their people.
And second of all, if you’d like to see what it looks like to sprint up to and then BOOGIE ACROSS THE FINISH LINE…
Continue reading “Woke. Up. Sore. As. Fuuuuuuuu”
I do not consider myself a runner.
That is not one of my labels.
Sometimes I run.
First, let’s clearly define ‘run’.
“move at a speed faster than a walk, never having both or all the feet on the ground at the same time”
Now, there are tons of people who WALK faster than I RUN.
Cause of my awesome heart.
But through MONTHS of work, my personal trainer, Ifat, got me running.
I completely stopped when I was pregnant with my eldest. And then I ran a bit here and there, but mostly didn’t run again until Nacht van Groningen.
Continue reading “Ran. The. Whole. Way.”
In rebranding the site, and especially over the last few days, I’ve been looking for the word for one who has PTSD.
And occasional suicidal ideation.
If you search for ‘patient’ on thesaurus.com and click on ‘person being treated for a medical problem, you get all kinds of helpful suggestions that DO NOT resonate.
Continue reading “Oh, And I’m A Mentor, Too”
Well and truly exhausted, actually.
I got enough sleep last night. And managed to work a bit this morning, although nothing to brag about. And then I gave an Elevator Pitch workshop via Toastmasters Groningen and Connect International.
That sounds WAY more impressive than it feels upon reflection.
Have I mentioned how tired I am?
I might not make any sense right now.
I do humbly reserve the right to delete the fuck out of this post in the morning after I’ve gotten six meager hours of sleep because #TWINS like to get up at six.
Continue reading “Maybe I’m Not Listening To My Introvert Self Enough”