Every Wednesday evening, right in the middle of my training week, I head to my physiotherapy session after work. By that point, my body usually tells the truth. Legs heavy. Hips tight. Shoulders quietly holding stress I didn’t notice during the day. Midweek is always the most honest checkpoint of my training cycle. For almost […]
14
Jan
Jan
It’s around 9 p.m. now.The house is quiet. My phone is face down. The lights are softer than usual. This is the moment I protect the most. Not because it’s productive.Not because it checks anything off my list.But because it feels like a doorway. The space between doing and sleeping.The space between who I was […]
13
Jan
Jan
This morning, my body woke me up at 5 a.m. No alarm.No rush.Just that quiet, gentle awareness that it was time. The sky was still dark. My legs felt rested. My mind felt… clear. I rolled out of bed, sat down for 20 minutes of meditation, and felt myself land fully in the day before […]
12
Jan
Jan
Monday shows up quietly on my triathlon calendar. No intervals.No long runs.No alarms set with pressure in my chest. Just space. Today is my full recovery day, the one day of the week where I don’t train at all. Instead of chasing numbers or heart rate zones, I slow everything down. This morning, that looked […]
11
Jan
Jan
It was Sunday evening, 9:16pm.The kind of quiet where the week finally settles in your body. My legs were tired, but in a good way. Not the sharp, scary tired I remember from injury days. This was different. Warm. Earned. I had cycled 40km that morning. Nothing wild. Nothing to brag about. But enough to […]
05
Jan
Jan
It feels really good to sit down and write again. I realized the other day that I had not published a blog post in almost two months. Not because I did not want to write, but because life felt full. Busy in a quiet but intense way. Healing. Rebuilding. Learning how to listen to my […]
01
Nov
Nov
It’s been a while since I last sat down to write a blog post. Life lately has been a swirl of projects, emails, and plans that seem to multiply overnight. But beneath all that busyness, something deeper has been unfolding, a slow, quiet kind of healing. For months, my world revolved around recovery. The crash […]
15
Oct
Oct
The morning that taught me everything A few months ago, I found myself sitting quietly by a small lake just outside the city. The water was still, like glass. The morning mist hovered above the surface, and a single bird glided through the air. No rush, no noise, no need to be anywhere. For the […]
14
Oct
Oct
It started on a quiet evening when I was sitting at my desk, staring at an old vision board I made years ago. The corners had curled, the images had faded, but something about it still pulled me in. There was a photo of a woman standing on a mountain, arms open wide. Another of […]
13
Oct
Oct
A quiet morning moment It was early, maybe 5.30 AM. The city was still half-asleep. I sat near the window, holding a warm cup of tea, watching sunlight slowly climb the buildings across the street. For a few minutes, there was no noise, no rush, no notifications, just stillness. In that moment, something shifted inside […]