Hitting the ground falling on the asphalt kinda wake up call it is only couple of weeks until Berlin Marathon once again. Place where my first and most meaningful big M happened. 2 of a kind really, M-s are special, worth the struggle or not. Def worth. Dada.
Trying to find my fast -not so much- I found my old/new mantra BERLIN. Two years ago I kept a bit more on the word count: there is no wall. Especially not in Berlin anymore. So while coach vs me we both are screaming on the road: you can do it, keep on going vs I cannot fvcking do it, l hate this shit at around 4-4:10 pace for 2×2000 I mantra inside of me with my calmest sexy voice BERLIN and I just do it somehow and I feel dadading AF.
Girlpower or how you call it, I cry inside a river but I keep or more precisely revisit my willpower I’ve never met really. Cry me a river since NY marathonwise but keeping faith in special bond and running partner in running crime to just realise running is a lonely one even if it feels good not to feel the lonely runs lonely. Nor the social runs.
Everything happens for a reason bullshit is not my kinda answer but dadading makes it a pretty obvious choice for myself. M is soon, and cannot wait to meet again even though it might take a bit longer than my personal best. Fast was never lost but rather never found, I keep on mantra and dadading and try/maybe to run some speed ones.
Too late neither is my kinda answer. There is never too late. Because everything happens for a reason. Ha.
Dadading myself to enjoy and guess I still love my M.