learning to be humble – blind man running

It was at the beginning of the year when I did my weekly run in Cinquantennaire park in Brussels. After a few laps I saw two people running side by side. Only when they got closer I managed to see the scarf that held the two together. One was blind. This comes to mind from time to time. If that man does not find a reason to complain, why should I? Respect!


Preparing for the Brussels 20k race

Approximately six weeks ago I started running – as in it was the first time ever I had a long distance run training. The first time I surprised myself running 5k and it was motivating enough to go for more.

I also killed a personal myth: running alone is boring. Most of my runs are alone and it’s actully really comfortable. I always seem to find a jazz rhythm that would suit the rhythm of breething. Continue reading