My flat has three (massive, old) keys, no way they fit into that tiny key compartment in my trousers and I don’t like carrying a fanny pack or an arm band if it’s not absolutely necessary. So, what I do is wrap the keys up and stuff them into my bra - welcome triple boobs. This is quite handy (and attractive, no?). Do any of the ladies do this as well?
“Hey, good morning, dear neighbor! … Thank you, I’m fine. I just can’t handle going up the stairs yet. Fartlek, you know. … Oh, no, no, that’s not a disease. … Why I’m taking pictures of myself, you ask — Umm…”
It was worth the awkwardness, some of my favorite post-run pictures ever. I’ve even got a halo of no-sweat, reflective stitching, salt? The hotness, I’ll have to fend off suitors with a stick.
The last couple days haven’t been great, fighting via skype and being the arbiter of bad news at work. Don’t worry, it’s all fine. And anyway, life can’t be all rainbows and unicorns.
However, it can be bright lycra and double breakfast. I ran along the Thames this morning, a bit far for a regular workday but it sure made me feel better.
P.S. Phil lately suggested that I might qualify as modern art, maybe my hair needs to get even crazier for that though because Tate Modern didn’t let me in this morning. Phil, I love you, you always make me laugh. Why, oh why aren’t you coming to Berlin?
Full of energy, sharp as a tack, on the ball. Who needs more than 5 hours of sleep…
I went to the gym this morning. Unfortunately I forgot to bring a regular shirt, now I’m wearing the Berlin marathon shirt under my huge sweater. My other choice would have been a bathing suit. Maybe I should
pack my stuff in the evening,
actually go to sleep,
rethink the intensity of my weight sessions (no sweating, no good).
Hi there! I did go swimming after work. Only because I told you guys and my colleagues at work that I would. Accountability. Otherwise I’d never exercise in the evening.
But: Water’s wet, which is stupid if you don’t have a towel. To dry off a bit I stood around in the shower area for a while and took some pictures. My running tan lines are ridiculous, no hiding that in a bathing suit. Anyway, they are a nice reminder of all the miles I ran this summer and I’m proud of that. That’s also why I’m sharing these lines with the whole wide web.