There is absolutely no way that I'm going to go back and write everything that I've thought about/done/experienced in the two weeks or so that it's been since I've last written (mostly because I can't remember it, and partly because that would take WAY too long).
A new grave has been dug in the garden here after Lara had to be put asleep last night. 15 years is pretty old for a dog, but it's sad that she's not around anymore. Now there's an empty dog bed in the living room and left over dog snacks in the cupboard. Milja misses her the most, and I have to admit that it's a little bit empty in our house without a dog. We had the decency to wait at least twelve hours before starting to look for new dogs online...
Last weekend I was back in Amsterdam for a Sunday afternoon. I went with another friend on the train, shopped (more like looked longingly at everything I wish I could buy), and in the evening rode my bike back from the train station. Amsterdam is still beautiful, old, and oh so European (and full of annoying tourists who speak British English).
Running. I'm one hundred percent back in action. Tuesday, Thursday, Sunday training with the team, but apparently being "careful" not to over do anything. Of course, I want to be in good shape for Portugal. Portugal = two weeks of training on the coast with TDR (special thanks to sponsor Will Conijn Consultancy ; ). Twice a day running, athletes from around Europe, and did I mention it's Portugal? What could be more exciting? Then again, it's not going to be much if I'm sitting on the side lines complaining about a sore leg. So I'm planning on staying injury free and getting fast enough that I won't shame TDR in front of the other clubs.
More about running. I'll be the last person to complain about not having keys to get on the track. Last resort training with the sun setting in the dunes is great. 3x a 1000 meter loop, half climbing up the dunes over stone steps, and half running along the huge scottish highlander bulls. The sky is pink, and the air is a little springy. "Oh what a wonderful feeling..."
Proefwerkweek number three is unfortunately right around the corner. What this should mean is that I start spending hours every day after school studying, writing chapter summaries, and doing practice tests. What it actually means is that I don't have to go to school all that much, and I have to study a little bit. But you never know... maybe this will be the proefwerkweek where I buckle down and get all 10's.
As much as I try to push it away, there's a little spark of panic starting to ignite. Every time I open my agenda to plan something and end up having to flip through three months before finding an open weekend the spark gets a little bigger. Theoretically four months is a long time. But you know the saying, "time flies when you're having fun." Right now I don't want anything to do with flying time. Where can I find some crawling time?
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