Along the sideline – #16 Oslo Diary

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This cute dog has nothing to do with this writing, but she’s so cute! Meet Luna, my sisters dog!

What the hell is wrong with me?

Since a week I’ve been sitting on my ass. No runs, no crossfit, no yoga. Because doc said so. When you are used to train like 5 times a week and that part is suddenly missing from your life, it turns your routine upside down. I have plenty of time after work for my writing, study, making music, but the only thing I do, is being a pro couch potatoe. It seems like not training makes me lazy as hell. Not just with hobbies, but also ordered in food for 4 times last 10 days. Normally I do that 4 times a year.

Besides the fact I’m getting lazy as hell, I’m also becoming very restless and annoyed and frustrated. That’s not good for me, but also bad for the people around me. I act like a caged lion. I just don’t know what to do with myself. I never took so many naps as this weekend. I actually needed those naps, but I wouldn’t mind getting some training done. I honestly miss it a lot! Getting out and sweaty. Getting tired and a bit sore. Just that satisfying feeling of physical activity.

It seems I can’t function normal when I can’t train. Can you relate to this? Or am I just a drama queen? I know I can’t complain. It’s just for 2 weeks, at least I hope so. There are lot of people who can’t train at all for years and years. Not just two weeks. So I do feel blessed, I get to do, what I want to do. And these minor injuries really don’t matter compared to that. So I sit this one out and wait patiently. And I will kick myself in the butt and get busy with writing or study or music.

Go me! Go!

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It’s oh so quiet – #8 Oslo Diary

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Something is off and it’s leaving me restless. I miss the cool dark evening air, with my feet on the ground, stumping a beat to the rythm in my heart. Moonlight dimmed by some hazy clouds. It makes me feel like a swift dark night creature, ready to howl at the moon.

The feeling of being on my own, on my terms, in my strength, no one else to rely on. Just me to depend on. I just keep on moving, even with those nagging little aches. I won’t stop running, even when my lungs hurt. Each step at the time, I put aside my fatigue. Drifting in a foggy daydream, about what could’ve been and might be one day.

The feeling what will be, gives me strength to keep going. It puts a smile on my face. I can conquer the world. Wether I run or lifting heavy, I feel strong and happy.

But right now day 6 without any exercise. I just don’t know what to do with myself. My mind is not focused and my body feels restless. Taking hundreds of hot baths and tons of yoga sessions. For the first time in ages I just have regular clothing in the laundry. My running shoes are waiting for patiently at the door. This week made grateful that I have a strong healthy body despite of my asthma. After my week of recovery my cold is still not entirely gone, but I decided from tomorrow on green light on exercise! I wonder how it feels after a non-exercise week.

Time for my last bath of my recovery week!