Hot as ice

Just finished a three week thing on anti-inflammatories plus a couple of weeks extra rest and have now had TWO pain-free runs this week. Ecstatic. Also started running on my toes finally (which I’m SHOOK about how little time it took getting used to?? Viktoria’s reluctance to take advice from anyone even though they’ve practiced it for longer than you’ve (physically) walked this earth – meet experience in other people. I’m such a little shit and I fucking know it) and am really hoping that’ll make my problems stay away. Not holding my breath, but here’s hoping.

My absolute favourite is when I can leave my water-repellent gear (it’s gear now) at home tucked away in my messy drawers, but have to use wool and gloves. That means it’s purrrfect conditions.

Pink gloves. Because why the fuck would they make black… anything for women? Or dark blue? The blue wool I’m wearing as first layer is even the other one’s come to think of it. Shook again.

NOTHING sweeter than the feeling of running when there’s frost on the ground, just before it turns slippery, and blue skies turning red for the early sunset. I was literally chasing the last minutes of sun running up a mountain that I have in my backyard. Not fucking kidding, that’s the shocking part. (Mountain. Backyard. Westcoast <3) When seeing those last seconds of it before its elegant shift to its backdrop of orange, coral and red appear.. it is the closest feeling to what I can only imagine the holiness I possess inside of me must look and feel like.

Didn’t photograph it. Savouring it myself. But here’s a sultry very salty photo of myself for you to feast your eyes on.

Freakin’ sexy that is. Think one of my toenails are turning blue again.

Not even gonna apologize about the sultriness because that’s how much I’m feeling’ myself after a good run. HOT as shit