A way to perspire it out, get sore, and become a lean-mean machine.
Muaythai.
Next week.

A way to perspire it out, get sore, and become a lean-mean machine.
Muaythai.
Next week.
me:
I should go running.
me:
I don't want to run.
me:
But I do want to run.
me:
It's too hot outside.
me:
I need to exercise though.
me:
I have so much to do.
me:
I can just run tomorrow morning.
me:
I need a rest day anyway.
*looks in the mirror*
me:
Time to go running!!
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You. Me. Now.
“Games require skill. Running requires endurance, character, pride, physical strength, and mental toughness. Running is a test, not a game. A test of faith, belief, will, and trust in one’s self. So hardcore that it needs a category all to itself to define the pain. When game players criticize, it’s because they aren’t willing to understand, not because they’re stronger. Running is more than a sport; it’s a lifestyle. If you have to ask us why we run, you’ll never understand, so just accept.”
“Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep…feel it all – look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love.”
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Common goal for my entire fortress of friends to feed me whenever we were out together. Think that made them feel accomplished, with great sense of achievement.
Heyyyy, I thought friends are supposed to bring joy into each other’s lives? Lemme stick with my diet, puhlease? :p
Couldn’t feel my waist [exaggeration] hence I forced myself to be back on the track. People were telling me to put it on hold for the exams, and I got too many things on hands then. Odd, but I heeded their advice. Training therefore has to start all over again.
The toughest jog ever; it was such a long break I had that I felt my lungs screaming at me. Huff puff. Not gonna stop till it’s back to 54mins again. This is insane. Friends don’t judge aite.
Stamina, hold yourself together man. Take a flight! Tomorrow.
These have been my first medium format attempts in march 2011 on Bonaire (Caribbean Netherlands)…due to ideal lightning conditions I took some nice pictures although I had absolutely no idea what I did :)
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