Lunch and co.

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We have a deal with friend/colleague Anna. When working on a hard project – known as selfassured/bighead directors or dop-s, meaning problematic workflow and a lot of complications in terms of they cannot make their so fvcking genious mind of theirs (two theirs on purpose) – we make salad lunches. We swap daily, and we make it pretty awesome. No dressing ever added.
Last week only one shared day with my boo, she prepared the food. Was quick but enjoyable. Rest of the week we had coffe together, was pretty busy otherwise, or never made it to lunch, cause our working hours were streched to the evening, no lunchtime.
So we drank caffeine instead with eating some on the side. Or just eating something and didn’t bother to drink at all. Constant headache as a reward.
Not that I ever had lunch at work. It is either the time to sneak out for a run, or stay at working and act like working. I’m not the kinda person who “forgets” eating however, I do it on purpose. If I eat I need to sleep too. So I rather skip.
Since I never eat lunch, I never go out to lunch.
Never say never though. Lunchtime is on auuw. There should be a first time for everything.

Weekend menace took me to the stage of totally messing up my system, this time not only brainwise. I need to think over my eating habits, it seems to have an effect on my daily life. Pimples are one thing, feeling low is not acceptable.


It is a life . My life. My decisions. Me in the middle, even though I hate to be in the center. All choices are made by me, the ones I don’t choose, those ones especially. Decisions, starting from eating that risotto, drinking that strawberry flavored Ciroc – limited edition of course, brought from Dubai Airport, who the fvck cares, it smells good, must taste good too -, taking way too much cigarette – the more I run, the more I smoke, bodylearning -, the need of loose myself with friends, the dance I just keep doing although I should get ready and take a shower, I’m already late, and taking that ugly gummibear into my mouth, just to realise gelatine is made out of animal ugliness I can’t even think about, so I just throw up and throw the bag of colored bears away. Oh no, I didn’t throw it away, gave it to a homeless lady, standing always at the same place, the intersection I usually pass either when running, or by car. She wears superawesome pants, happy colors, happy design, and she always has a word for me. Or to us, last time she mentioned how love breaked her heart. I hope the gummibear won’t hurt her.
But decisions I gotta make everyday, even when deciding not to decide. Go with the flow. Enjoy. Live.

But how on Earth a tasteful cookie make me feel miserable the next day? Same with wine, same with my thoughts I guess, those need to be digested too.

Drinking tea today, and having a lunch. To feel ok, oreven great.




Current. State. Of. Mind.
Though I’m just way too cold, but if I close my eyes I pretend to be out, sitting in the grass and feel free. Just jiggle. And never ever ever drink and smoke. Ever in my life. Today is once again the day after, of course.

Kate Moss by Juergen Teller.

So, out in the field, just eating some cheese, simply careless and happy.

Fashion week and running

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Above selfie was taken exactly at that time l was missing out on Burberry show this year. Not really dressed for the occasion anyways.
My partner in fashion crime – nice naming l just came up with so brilliantly – was not attending either. We both had a choice l would say, though l probably would have to be more active in terms of getting into the show. He of course had a choice too, but obviously he took the other event as well. Me running the usual roots, him attending and well, tadaaam winning the Oscar. OMG! It is so awesome for Eddie Redmayne! We can still make it for SS16 though, but l doubt we would end up sitting next to each other on the plane talking casually about dinner plans, later some party options, etc. anymore, without anyone recognizing.

But this is not the news l wanted to talk about. It is the struggle to choose between two of my great hobbies running and fashion. Though l gotta admit l try to dress as fashionable as l can while running, and l swear l also wear normal clothes when being a civil, which is most of my 24hrs a day. I know, l need to show proof. Will. Sometimes.
So, to cut it short fashion is not my hobby, it is in my blood.
But lately, running too. And one must take measures at the giving moment, which way to go… Since l was pretty far from London Hyde Park, this time, i opted for the run against my couch watching a 15 min livestream of the happenings. So what, l could only see unmoving images of the girls in beautiful clothes after with no athmospere illusion to stuck onto but at least l had a nice run. In the rain. Pretty sophisticated weather condition in the knowledge of the fact that Burberry final is always with either rain or snow. Bravo.

And this is how l missed Prada livestream last night, and will probably miss some more in the coming days.
Whole Paris fashion week will have to wait until l get back from Nagoya Women’s Marathon.

And this is how a fashion addict becomes a runaddict in no time.
I wonder if l could do anything in this life without getting so attached. Same goes for the people l get to know and get to like. But that is another story, and another time.

When i became an ultrarunner

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The day before. || I was not aware l would go all the way. Playing secure on the mind, l decided to run a bit, if feels good a bit more. Perhaps a whole marathon. The fear of fall.
The day. || Waking up calm and easy. Drank my salt water to add a bit more courage, my usual routine before any given marathons l’d attended and became a marathoner. I also smoked a cigarette, although not planned. Part of my routine l usually lay down my outfit before any race. This time, l did not. Just a practice run, no biggie.
The meeting point. || With 2 gels in my pocket, and a mate bringing water on his waist l started to get anxious. Not so much of the distance perhaps, but the question whether l would be able to drive my car home after, and more paranoidly, how will l confess to my man later, the distance itself. And we had a lunch-champagne invitation just 5 hours from the start. I needed to hold up for that, pretend, l could just run a marathon or more casually before sitting down for a casual champagne overdose in a not so casual outfit, which l wear a lot. I’m a lady, not only a runner. Fashion victim too, but l gave up high heels when fashion editors gave up on me as a fashion model some time ago.
These thoughts were with me with the start. And the fear of fall. And a sweet look, l recall still.
The start. || Just happened, and all of a sudden we were on the road. I didn’t feel the fear of fall up until 36km. I was after one gel and the feel that my mate feels more tired and exhausted than me. Though he kept telling me, he only held back for later. And he was right. Cobblestones at 42 almost made me scream, however l had no intention to say anything. Just wanted to get over with it. I’d dreamed of a diet coke, and the finish line.
The last 3 km. || Starting with steps up to the bridge, where all we could do is laugh, omg that felt just fvcking weird. Legs probably got to the point of keep going on flat surface and confused with the extra fun. From than on, l knew every cm of the road, l run it on a daily basis. I was sweating, l hated my soaking gear, l hated the fact that although l thought my 2kgs weightgain all went to my puffy face and thigh, l had to reconsider and realize that my boobs grew as well, even my fittest sportbra could not stop my breasts junping around – ok, l know l have no boobs whatsoever anyways-, but it still felt like myself in my breastfeeding days. Quite a time passed by with agonizing about start to loose weight finally, but still the street seemed to strech out and l felt as l got onto a neverending road. Fear of falling returned.
Than it was over. || We stopped. Wow, at 45 km, we stopped and we just smiled. We MOFO did it! But mate kept pushing me to keep running and cool it down. Another 1km added.

On the way to the lunch l confessed.
– so, it was tough, l ran 45-46 km.
– really? How long is a marathon?
– 42.2
– really? You are crazy. Really.
– reall. I AM CRAZY! but l’m now also an ultrarunner.

Although l’ve never planned to be.

So really, it just happened.

I wish l could be just that easy with weightloss. The fear of falling.

🎧 Joshua Radin: the fear of not falling.

And a phone call during writing this post. No fear of falling.

And 2days after l feel nothing in my legs. Flying with @kvazibarki crew. Cafe run, for a nice waking up. Though waking up means realizing things too. But not so much new now.

Long awaited


Pretty monochrome l dress on the everday basis, although black outside hides a lot of colors inside of me. Fun me. Really.
Therefore for so long l felt so upset to realize, that running shoes with lunarlon soles come in the hues of pinks and purples for girls only.
Tried so many shoes in different soles, just so those upper side were black, but l had to admit, my feet prefers lunarlon soles. Had to decide on style versus functional loyalty towards the soles and my feet. Awful times, first world problems l suppose.
But, now things finally changed thanks to the nbro running crew as they inspired the new lunar tempo from nike, and finally it comes in black and white. Yiha.

It must be friday the 13th, that l have the shoes but couldn’t run today. My luck a’la Adrian Mole.

But it looks beautiful isn’t it?
True STYLE 2 RUN in these shoes



Love this year’s autumn. The leaves, the colors, the feeling.
Although run was tough today, some willpower needed, but l’m glad l got out there and ran.
Falling leaves, lots of runners, smiles and cheers all the way.
Budapest really is getting on running, the ex NBA player running in incognito, the elite squad, triatletes and us concrete jungle amateurs we all run the same path, and it just gives such a vibe. Though l wanted to stop, the runner’s crowd pushed to do at least 2 laps on the lsland.
After it felt good. Was immediately cold and my muscles felt so heavy, but worth it though.

Missing some companion, but it was ok to run (almost) alone. Preferably next time though.
Beautiful view, nice music.

Best shoes, my nike lunaracers and the leaves having an oversaturated feel but this in fact real color.