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It just happened. Last month was not really all about running, but perhaps it is not such a babaam issue.
Always did yoga, though when addiction to run started l preferred spending freetime out in the nature-even if it meant concrete jungle-, instead of doing asanas on a mat, inside.
I know, why not outside? It is pretty easy to grab the mat to anywhere. Anyways. Running l was so occupied with, had no time to yoga. What an excuse, right?
But end of January, beginning of February meant flu, loads of work for me, and that extreme supercold feeling in my whole body which kept me back from running.
But not working out is not an option, so l grabbed my laptop opened youtube channel to revisit my long seen digital girlfriend for some yoga doing. And although sweat was so much less than while running, after completing a session l definitely felt better, if not calmed down.
I still prefer running, but l wish l would keep combining it with yoga, not that l have so much time in hand anyways, but it just feels so good for the spine and the tired legs. Mind too.
However, tomorrow, l once again will run a marathon, with no time to pace, and no tiredness in the legs due to lack of excercising as per the previously mentioned reasons. But l feel like running, and all that matters.

Post yoga dreamin’




Always considered myself as an athletic persona, sticking to one sport at the time. Before running, it was yoga, before yoga it was teenager phrase, previous to that l was a basketball player, tennis and badminton girl, ballet dancer and a karate kid, and of course a pro runner.
However, now that l run once again, which l can call constant based on my one year true love and addiction towards, l find myself opening up to new sports, such as swimming – oh once l was a swimmer too, right before l became a thriathlete for exactly two races – or easing my unable to sleep nights with some yoga. And NTC. I know, its not a sport, its an application, but pretty addictive too. #trainlikeagirl.
Its nice to actually use some other specific muscles of my body, or more precisely use it differently.
Although, no matter in what sport l was doing l always dreamed of becoming a surfer. True California style. Santa Barbara baby. I got as far as putting lemon on my hair, so it would look sunbleached as the pros. And now this, transporting my daugter to breakfast. Felt great, although no waves were around l still felt the power of being the girl on surf.
Between two runs, this is how l kept in shape.
This is not true though. I could not keep in shape. Ate and drank too much.
Because it was holidaze.
And now, until summer l will keep running and dreaming to be a surfer a’la California.
Cause I’m a dreamer honey, even of dreams might not come true, feelings are there. I guess forever. Live with it.

No rain day available


There are two things to make me happy: singing in the rain. Not

Run in rain
Dance in rain

Will there be anything as a followup?
Sadness makes me do yoga.
Which makes me calm and help to realize l should be happy. So yoga makes me happy too. Than l go back to sadness for a repeat phase.
Should i somoly call this feeling sorry for myself? Yes.no.yes.

Whatever. I believe in destiny and the time of healing, well, preferably to be happy.

Until than, its run, yoga, dance, cry, repeat!

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