All posts by samstarbucks

I’m a daughter, sister, aunt, godmother, former and future cat mom and I'm a Swiss who used to live in Texas and is now trying to find her way back in the old homeland - these are things that I am, but not necessarily define me. I love to doodle, run, write, spend quality time with my friends and family - they define me!

Fluffy Clouds

Today brought mixed weather with rain, strong winds and sunshine. My favorites though were the fluffy clouds in the evening.

Flying and Falling

Running has been a two-sided sword lately. While I’ve always loved the serenity and calm, clarity and freedom I gained from running, it is still a sport and if you’re a little under the weather or simply a tad burnt out it can be a real challenge to complete a race. No more feeling like flying over those fields.

Before I went on my 3-week vacation mid-September I was definitely drained, both physically but even more so mentally. And thus I had to realize I wasn’t up to finishing the 10k race I had registered for. After 8k my mind simply shut down and my legs wouldn’t move anymore. I took this as a sign to slow down and seriously re-charge my batteries during my vacation.

I was successful and even though I caught the sniffles and stopped training alltogether for a couple of days, it seems like this was exactly what my body needed.

Thus regarched and mentally ready I got off to this year’s half-marathon of my choice around a most idyllic lake close by. All went well – until km 10…

And that’s when – for some still inexplicable reason – I not only fell, but flew for the briefest of moments and came crashing down on the gravel path: Ouch! It hurt. And once again not only physically but even more so mentally. I know it sounds aweful but I was kind of relieved to see another runner crash at the exact same spot I did only a minute later. Helped me not to feel too awkward… Horrible, I know.

Anyways, after getting cleaned up a little I tried to run on but in the end didn’t have the stomach to pull it through and turned around. I wanted to make sure I hadn’t cracked or torn anything. As luck would have it the halfway mark where I crashed was right where the boats crossed the lake so I was able to hop on and get myself chauffeured back to the finish line.

Luckily, I wasn’t seriously hurt. So the next day despite the road burn, bruising and horrible muscle aches I was able to get up – and even run. As my friend said: Get up on that horse again to avoid a mental block. And so I did. My dear Renntier (running deer :-)) friend took me back to the lake and “made” me finish the second half of the race. Just for the sake of it I added some extra 3-4k to show running who’s boss πŸ™‚

Q: Did you ever crash badly enough to keep you from ever doing something again, say skiing, horseback riding, skating etc.?

Take care – seriously!
Yours truly,
S@m

Roma II

Thursday evening was all about the first “main” scenes such as the Colosseum and the Roman Forum.

Yesterday I hiked my feet off to go wave to the pope from afar, basking in the glory of St. Peter’s Cathedral and the Fortress slightly outside Vatican πŸ‡»πŸ‡¦ City.

On my way back I also passed by what felt like thousands of churches and chapels and – eventually – La Bocca della Verita or the Mouth of Truth to see whether I’m trustworthy or the guy would bite off my hand 🀚 Luckily all’s still in place and I’m allowed to continue doodling πŸŽ¨πŸ˜…

Backwards

Sometimes I’m a little turned around. I reckon it happens to everyone. But once in a img_5773while I take it overboard… like the other day when I walked around half the village only realizing when I got back home that I had put on my sweatpants backwards!! How did that happen??!? I honestly have no idea. All I know that I put them on backwards again last night but at least noticed right away.

Ah well, what can I say? I’m just a real Johnny Head-in-the-Air… does anyone know the female version of this expression? Is it simply “Jane Head-in-the-Air” or does it not exist at all?

Take care and make sure your clothing sits right πŸ˜‰

Love,

s@m

Kitchen Accident

Sometimes things go wrong. And they make a huge mess out of everything. Last night I had one of these moments when an olive oil bottle decided to slip outta my hand. And left olive oil stains all over the kitchen floor tiles, cupboards and oven front.

Being in the middle of cooking and as hungry as a bear after hibernation didn’t exactly help the situation.

But alas, I got the mess cleaned up and used the rage to complete a kickass benchmark run – successfully channeling energy. And to end the day my cats eased my strained nerves with lots of cuddles and a load of loud purring πŸ™‚

Q: How do you channel your rage?

Hope you’re having an accident-free day no matter where you are or what you’re doing!

Love, S@m