The whole week without posting. I’m sorry. That’s what happened.
I went out for a long run last Sunday, as usual, but when I reached km 18, some calf pain suddenly appeared. I thought “Well, is not that serious, I can continue!” so I ran the 5 remaining km without stop, enduring the pain.
When I woke up on Monday, could barely walk. But I told myself “normal pain, nothing serious”. Therefore, I went to my job and worked all day long. Stood,
Tuesday pain became unbearable, so I went to see my doctor, and he told me about that fucking strain. I won’t be able to run in 10-15 days.
That’s kinda nightmare. Please, give me a slap and get me out of it.
I was 100% off from fitblr (rough!) but 4 of 9 top marks… Worth it!
That’s it. Cheers!
Today our regional manager came to work. He suddenly started shouting my friend, and also to my boss after that. Finally he told us we’re going to work this Sunday. From 9 to 21. All of us. We’re not gonna be paid for this. This Sunday was going to take place my city’s anual half marathon. I was going to run with my uncle, double-marathon runner, who I admire. I have already paid 25€ from inscription. They’re not going to pay me this money back. If I refuse to go, I will lose about 300€ this month. If I complain, I will get fired. I want to kill somebody by hitting him with a tea spoon.
Since I was 13 I truly loved men clothes, styles and that stuff. Everytime I was going to go shopping I used to spend 1-2 hours looking outfits, models and storefront mannequins… admiring that things as they were some kind of art. Unfortunately, since I was 13 I began to weigh more than 220 lbs… So I always ended buying the same type of trousers, the same big shirts ….
That’s why it’s so important and why I’m so fucking happy now I’m fit and healthy. This season will be the first time in my entire life I will be able to wear the clothes I really like.
Another reason to be happy about being fit is because now I can feel new experiences that I would never be able to reach with my old me; like finishing a marathon(coming soon), having a nocturnal mountain trekking like last month (sorry by not posting that, my pc died that week I’m talking about) or having a group to lift weights and run together at 7 AM like I’m about to do in seven and a half hours. That’s why I’m heading into my bed right now. Good night and keep running, no matter what.
It’s really so difficult to understand me? My teacher did her best trying to understand what I was telling her, but it seemed like my mouth was playing a tongue-tied game with me… Feeling quite depressed!
Guess who joined a rugby team and plays as left wing? I’ll give you a clue. The ball is pointing him.
That’s it. I’m prepared to be trampled by eight big gorillas. Wish me luck, you guys!
Another month has passed. I finally reached my goal weight three weeks ago. I tried not losing anymore, but it’s being harder than I expected… I lost another three pounds, but I’m sure I will be able to fix that body mass leak soon! So…
SW on 2/1/2011: 258.39 lbs
CW on 8/19/2011: 171.42 lbs
Mood: Highly motivated, running like I was crazy. In my first month of weight lifting. Happy about where I am (here with all of YOU guys!).
Keep running, no matter what, bunch of bitchy little girls!
THAT’S WHY I WAS MISSING LAST FEW DAYS!
Like said in Spain Que no estaba muerto, que estaba de parranda! / I wasn’t dead, just doing party!
Arenal sound festival, 4 days and 4 nights full of music, performances, games, sun, sand and more, taking place in “El arenal” beach. We had party every morning, afternoon, evening, night… Jumping shouting and dancing from 16:00 to 10:00, then go to the beach to sleep and take a bath in the sea, fast shower and repeat! I tried to care about eating and I got it pretty well, but sleeping hours… that was another thing :D But after all, it was an awesome experience. That’s how I always wanted to live a summer!