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Put your money

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On 23 March 2021

In Pieces of Me, Stories

I like to push boundaries, especcially when it comes to my body. Just to see how far I can take it. Mind over matter.

I have this nifty little mind-trick that makes it able for me to block out physical discomfort and pain, to a great extend at least.

The most extreme thing I did to my body was a contestprep. I wanted to know if I could do it.

16 weeks, weight-training every day; cardio every day, last four weeks doubled. Strict diet, last six weeks no cheats. None. Something like that. It was brutal.. Of course I made every mistake possible but, I did it. Took me two months to recover from over-training (rest hrt over 100…) and for my hormones to re-balance.

I was never going to compete, that’s not me, but I had something to prove to myself. It’s always about me vs me.

With that in mind I did it again, one year later. With all the lessons I had learned about my body it took me 11 weeks to get the results I wanted. Big plus: I did not end up over-trained.

No, I will not do it again nor do I recommend doing it. Unless you have something to prove to yourself, then you absolutely should.

Keep Swimming

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On 21 March 2021

In Blog EN, Pieces of Me, Stories

During holiday I ‘entered’ a swimming contest. Minimum age was 12, I was 10… Took some time for them to understand I was not accepting No for an answer. I was determined to enter and was just not leaving until they let me. I was a feisty little thing. And so stubborn, even then.

Eventually they let me enter. Of course I became last but I didn’t care one bit. That was never why I wanted it so bad. I wanted it bc they said I couldn’t.

They did give me a medaille. With compliments for persisting. I had no idea what that meant but man, I was so proud…

Where Beauty Meets Tragedy

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On 21 March 2021

In Blog EN, Little Things, Stories

Some years ago I was at the zoo and went to see the gorilla’s. They were inside bc it was really cold out. Inside you could see them through plexiglass.

I went in and sat down on a small ledge next to the glass and just waited. At some point this big female sat down next to me, on the other side of the glass. She was checking me out from top to bottom. When she started to tap the window with her finger I slowly turned my head.

She had these gorgeous kind brown eyes that tried to figure me out. I was really careful not to directly look into her eyes, just a glance. I guess at some point she decided I was not a threat bc she relaxed and fully leaned my way. I did the same and she didn’t move.

We just sat there. Glancing at each other, completely at ease with sitting there together. Two creatures from separate worlds, sharing a moment. Separated by plexiglass.

There’s so much beauty, and at the same time, so much tragedy in this memory. To me that’s poetry.

Dark Rider

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On 21 March 2021

In Blog EN, Pieces of Me, Stories

The fastest way to clear my head or slow down my thoughts is to envision myself riding a motorbike by night. Maximum speed on a highway lit only by the colors of the city-lights. Lots of high speed curves, body almost parallel to the road. I can feel the power of the engine and the pressure of the air as I slide through it.

Maybe it’s the rhythm, maybe it’s the feeling of control. I honestly don’t know. All I know is that whatever is happening outside, in that moment, for a moment seizes to exist.

I have never ridden a bike btw

Life Is Good

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On 21 March 2021

In Blog EN, Pieces of Me, Stories

Feeling so grateful to be alive, to live. I know it seems like the whole world is going to shit, but that’s just noise, distraction. Its always been there and always will be. Chaos is in our nature. As is adaptability.

To me, life is what happens in between the chaos. I find it in moments of stillness, where only the present exists. No past, no future. Time loses meaning. I collect those moments. I look for them, on purpose. Every day, everywhere.

Sometimes its a smile from a stranger, sometimes it’s a song, or a smell. The spotting of a seal in the pond! That was a big one! Yesterday it was the return of the swans¸

This morning I woke up, made coffee, put on some music and got back into bed. All cozy and warm. Picked the stuff I wanted to post. After that just enjoyed the moment, let my mind wander. And in that moment I realized something.

Everything I set myself out to do, to accomplish, I have. Everything. I am doing it!

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