Just another race.
Spontaneous, as usual, l ended up in Nagoya, only a bit of a ride away from home. Hah. 16 hours of flying worth a Tiffany bling.
Lost in translation not so much as being jetlagged and culture shock hasn’t reached me by the time l’m already back in the hood.

Just a marathon l ran on the weekend. On the other side of the world. Only a couple days worth a thousand words and huge emotions came front. Being happy worth a Tifanny neklace. Wanna shout wanna jump wanna this just to stay like this forever.

Weekend put a smile on my face, so much l have not yet been able to realize. Coming back, it is now spring, and smile is constant.

Raceday was kinda hectic, an hour and a half just standing in line for the toilet. Though we probably were in several lines, lost in translation totally. Two blondes we stood out, still could not use this as an extra to get privileges for the mobile toilets. But right on time to actually make it to the start. Goosebumps came traditionally when the anthem started, than later when all of a sudden everyone started to warm up the same way.

I realized, we are 15.000 women here!

Enormous crowd, great power, l had the feel of starting to just hug everyone or cry. I cried a bit. Hugging everyone would probably cause a bit of a lost in translation moment anyways. So we cried and laughed with Karen.
Was better than during run. In Berlin l experienced the cry during racing, it was when i ran through Kreuzberg, and the cheering crowd was so intense. It totally messes up the breathing though… I had to concentrate rather than get moved by the emotions.
And than l ran. AFE Tokyo crew cheered whenever we passed each other, this made me feel powerful once again. Although l am so sorry l could not recognize any of the faces. Lost in mofo translation. Still, a real bridge the gap event!
Than soon it was over, the whole race was over a bit later than l wanted to, but entering the still almost empty stadium – l was pretty front – had such an effect on me, that no matter how many races l attended, this made me feel special once again.
I was glad to finish, l had to stop and look around. Actually the stands were packed with people and they all clapped, but it was different, it was the Japaneese way l guess. It was all so silent. They saluted they acknowledged and bowed at us, finishers. Great emotions arose once again. All of a sudden l was again crying, joyfully. And l wanted to shout, that l’m happy, but l just said arigato.



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

Healthy eating


I don’t only run l also eat as well. In fact l eat quite an amount, though basically major intake comes once the sun sets. Baaad girl.
Eating healthy is important, just as cruel as the running itself.
Lately, l don’t feel good in my own body, and perhaps it has something to do with my routine of eating habits. In fact, the no routine whatsoever.
I don’t eat meat. I don’t eat pasta, unless it is associated with a party, like carbofueling pre marathon race. I don’t eat potatoe, unless it is vacation time on the Maldives, and it comes as french fries. Bah, l so hate fries after eating so much.
I do eat a lot of cheese ( cheese with cheese and some cheese with prosecco for the late night dinners), fruits, and some greens in the form of salad. This is good. And l like it too.
But usually during office hours its all about snacking on oreos and co. Yak. With some coffee to go. And some diet coke. Yak yak big time.
Although, today was different. We were shooting a short movie with some major fruit basket and the leftovers were put out to our bar. Looked so pretty, and l had to realize, it also tastes good.
The company also invested into a fruitjuicer, perhaps we runners are taking over the majority of the firm.
I was so glad to eat semi healthy during the day, however l could not give up on the coffee and the diet coke.

Still, progress is in sight, and l opt for the happy healthy foods if anyone asks me. Ever:).

Viva la fruits!
Almost feels like spring too.



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.

Early but ready


Jetlag made me do it. Waking up 4 in the morning with so much girlpower l looked outside and acknowledged that although l wish and want to run, l was probably too anxsious to own the streets so dark. Moving my lazy ass to the terrace to feel the fresh air, wind hit me, so it became immediately obvious the no run this early can ease my ready so ready body. I’m such a douchebag. Instead i tiptoed back to get my phone and opened the app l haven’t opened for so long, and begun a Nike Training supersilently. Planks won’t wake up anyone. Doing some abs and core later some yoga, and soon the sun came up.
I still feel the urge to run, and l just love this feeling.
Doing the mommy business, after coffee and chat with a friend and now working tells me the raw truth: running must wait. Running errands still awaits for the rest of the day, but the willing to go out there and run later today gives me a smile on my face.
What a difference a day make. Yesterday’s uwillingness turned powerlady by Wednesday, and l’m ready so ready to go.