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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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Hi there, I'm Nicole Orriëns. I started my first blog in 2001 and now I'm a very happy fulltime blogger.
I own several blogs. Here are some: huisvlijt, ren mama, ren!, en bloggen en loggen
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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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