Live. Run. Live Some More.

Actually this title is the polite version for A New Level of Holy Shit! Because that’s exactly what this was. I’ve seen my friend Bogdana and some others going to these mountain races and as I have always rather enjoyed the mountain, I figured I need to try it. They all seemed so happy in the pictures, and smiling with a great landscape in the background – I mean how hard can it be! Treacherous little bastards! They mislead me! Haha So I decided to register to this race back in August before I got my infamous “entezita” – namely a deep muscle in my right ass chick decided to hurt like a mofo. And it so happens it’s a muscle I use for walking so I couldn’t really take a break from using it. The treatment I got initially for about two weeks did nothing. So I went to a trauma surgeon next and he prescribed further anti-inflamatory pills and this spray to “refrigerate” my ass so it numbs the pain. I spent two weeks and a half without training which was a killer. And I worried some mor

So this right here is about my first marathon/race experience as a grown up. I did do speed and marathon competitions for a short while when I was a kid. Meaning a teenager after finishing with ballet. But boy! Is that a long time ago or what? Haha! So I wanted to try this to see how it feels, because so many of my friends and colleagues do it and I was like, how bad can it be, you know? Running outside is really not my favorite thing to do. I am perfectly fine with running on the treadmill, because my goal is to do cardio and sweat it off and then do toning. So running marathons is not a priority for me. But they said, Mela, the virus might be so catchy you’re going to be on it before you know it. Just give it a shot. Still, because of a three–time broken ankle and a random-run-away meniscus, even when I do run outside things are not very pleasant or easy for me. Plus, this year I think I ran outside only twice or so. Two trips around the park, meaning about 6.20km/ 3.15 mi

Alrighty. Wassup my People of the Journal? Has winter treated you kindly? I am so not into this season, like you wouldn’t believe it. Too many layers of clothing, too little sunlight, too many chances to catch a cold and be miserable for weeks. Perhaps it’s because I was born in summer. Then again fall is my favorite season. A combination of summer and upcoming winter, without the snow. Perfect combo of two. Well, adding to the dislikes of winter, I always gain a bit more weight now. Some would say it’s normal because the body stores in more to keep you warm. I guess partially is true. And also, partially is because we eat more “piggishly” during the holidays and every ounce added to our cute asses takes double the time to get rid of. And this is exactly the reason behind this blog. Why do we get rid of fat? Why do we do sports? Why do we fight for and against our bodies? We all have our reasons for sure. I assume the primary reason is because we want to get thinne