A Cup of Ginger Tea and a Moment of Quiet As I write these lines, I am sipping warm ginger tea with honey that my mum made for me. I am still healing from a bone fracture and while the body takes time to recover, I feel deeply fortunate to have her gentle care nearby. […]
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Sep
Sep
The quiet power of 10 minutes Every night, before I close my eyes, there is a ritual I never skip. After journaling, I pick up a book and spend just 10 minutes reading. Nothing fancy. No marathon chapters. Just a pocket of time for my mind to wander into another world. Lately, it has been […]
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Sep
Sep
The Crash That Changed My Routine It is surprising how quickly life can flip. One day you are training hard, keeping a routine you have built for months or even years. And then suddenly, in just one accident, you are forced to stop. For me, it was a fractured wrist and pain in my chest […]
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Sep
Sep
A quiet pause that changes everything It was just a normal evening. I was walking home after training, headphones in, the city buzzing around me. Then suddenly, I looked up. The sky was painted in soft shades of pink and purple, and for a moment, everything slowed down. I stopped in my tracks. No rush, […]
13
Sep
Sep
A quiet page, a noisy mind The other night I sat down with my notebook, exhausted from training and buzzing with a hundred unfinished thoughts. Work tasks, triathlon schedules, messages I hadn’t replied to, it all felt like a noisy room in my head. I opened a blank page, wrote “Okay, what’s bothering me right […]
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Sep
Sep
It was a Monday night, around 10:23. The kind of night where the rain had been pouring for hours, the air felt cooler than usual, and all I craved was a bowl of hot soup. That’s exactly what I did after work – gathered with colleagues at a small local spot, laughing and sharing dumplings […]
07
Sep
Sep
Saturday Morning: Brick Training and Mental Wins It was the second week back to full training, and honestly, my schedule was bursting at the seams. Saturday morning started with a brick session—40 km cycling followed by a 7 km run. It had been more than a month since my last brick, so I was both […]
05
Sep
Sep
The night I couldn’t sleep… again Lying in bed one night, staring at the ceiling, counting the hours I was losing. My body was screaming for rest after a brutal training session, but my mind was running laps faster than my legs ever could. The clock ticked past 2 a.m., then 3 a.m., and I […]
03
Sep
Sep
When the Run Feels Impossible This morning, I laced up my shoes for a tempo run that was supposed to be straightforward on paper. Seven sets. Two kilometers each. Two minutes of rest in between. The target pace: 5:10 to 5:15 per kilometer. But my legs had other plans. They felt like bricks. By the […]
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Aug
Aug
A Morning That Made Me Stop It was one of those mornings when I had a hundred things running through my head. I was walking fast through the streets of London, coffee in one hand and my phone in the other. My calendar was full, my mind already three hours ahead. Then, out of nowhere, […]