I have this anchor tattoo on my leg for two reasons
First it's because of my best mate,
, who I call Sailor
Second it's a symbol of something that holds you in place and provides you the strength to hold on no matter how rough things get
Who is responsible for holding on to me?
I am !! And I completely lost myself as a runner after CPH Marathon
It still is my Greatest accomplishment as a runner, but it sucked every inch of love and motivation for running out of me
The mental challenge was just so much bigger than I expected
The last two months I've hated everything about running - even just thinking about it made me sick
But today I found myself putting my running shoes on and wanted to run again
Berlin marathon is 8 weeks away
Will I run it? Yes !
Will it kill me? Properly 😂
Will I finish? Absolutely !
My competitive side makes me do what I set out to do and my stubbornness will make me Go all the way
It's my last marathon
I'm a marathon Finisher, but I'm not a marathon Runner
After Berlin, I'll be the worlds Greatest cheerleader for all you marathon Runners out there and I'll be running for the right reasons
the feeling, the fun, the social aspect and the love of running
Not for the finish time, the medal bling bling and the right to say I did that !
Running is my thing and I never EVER want to loose that again ❤️ #runner #running #nike #nikeplus #nikegirl #divarunner #fortheloveofrunning #nevernotnike #nevernotrunningagain #misseditsomuch #foxyframbo #tattoo #girlswithink #inkedgirls #home #back
"I come from a long line of bad teeth. I’ve got a foul mouth full of black and gold. I need some love. I need some money. Sister all my blood’s been sold... blind luck.
I have been dreaming of a better place than this, where we should want for nothing, where a tired man can exist... on blind luck.
Blind luck, deliver me.
I have been running since the day that I was born, looking for a safer place to stand. There ain’ a lot of work for a modern sinner in this town, nobody’s betting on a nervous man. When the wretched ghosts of sorrow come sniffing ‘round your closet door, tell the truth, tell the truth, you like me have knelt before... blind luck.
Blind luck, deliver me."