Yesterday I met my lover again after we hadn't met for two weeks, due to a nasty cold that struck me down in the prime of my week. Quite frankly, it still has me in coughing fits, but I just couldn't wait another minute.
So there we were, the weather was lovely, the sun was shining and the sky Teletubby blue. I rushed into my lover's arms and we hugged joyfully. But when we got down to business I paid the price for those two weeks. My limbs were heavy and tired and I felt as if I was ploughing throught the kids maple syrup.
As I huffed and I puffed my way through I couldn't help but feel indignant: don't those seven years of meeting three times a week mean anything?!
Oh well, we'll just have to be very gentle with each other, and soon we'll be back to our old form.
But even though I found it hard going, it was great to run again.
I love the lover that is running.
Two week hiatus
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Nicole Orriëns
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Nicole Orriëns
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Nicole Orriëns studeerde psychologie aan de Universiteit Utrecht. Sinds 2001 is ze fulltime blogger en eigenaar van Professional Blogging Services. Ze gebruikt haar achtergrond om praktische informatie voor dagelijks leven te delen. Nicole is getrouwd, moeder van vijf kinderen en woont op het Achterhoekse platteland. Achterhoekse platteland.
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Glad to hear you are back at it...even though it sounds like it was a rather tough run. I am just getting over a back injury and can't wait to get back to running. I haven't run for a week and am going crazy. :)
Welcome back! Glad to hear you are feeling better.
I haven't run nor swim for quite sometime.. This fact has taken a toll with my shape... No heavy but not in perfect mode like before.
Wow! Seven years and thrice a week? Amazing!
I enjoyed this post very much.. especially the very memorable last line :)
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