Lbs lost since March, 2009

27 September 2011

To Andy Whitfield. Spartacus.

Andy Whitfield (1972-2011)


From nowhere you sprang to embrace us with your talent, charm and inspiration.
 
A Conqueror of Men, you now walk with the gods...
 
"You were destined for great and unfortunate things."
 
No one could ever fill your sandles - footprints in the sand...
 
Thank you for making us feel again... For bringing the joy of the rain to all of us. For letting us dream your dreams. For teaching us about the sense of honour and the meaning of freedom. For showing us how true love can raise a man from the mud, over the skies, beyond the limit between fantasy and reality, out of a thick river of blood...


Andy Whitfield. Spartacus - the only one.

Forever loved ♥ RIP

(You will always live in my heart.)


20 September 2011

No, not Andy!

I was training when I heard the news. My personal trainer was throwing a med ball to me in the park. Nice afternoon, the sun was shining, spring almost here.

Bran told me something had happened. Normally, I tend to worry every time somebody utters the words 'something happened'. I guess he saw it in my eyes, because he added 'It's peripheral, it doesn't affect us'.

So what is it then, Bran?

"Andy Whitfield died."

Oooooooooooooooooooooooh!!! Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaartaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus!!!

I stopped throwing the ball. I... I... I was totally speechless! It couldn't be possible! Not Spartacus! Not Andy Whitfield! Oh, God, no!

One of those things that makes one believe that God doesn't exist. And that life sucks, death sucks, cancer sucks... 

Oh my, oh my, oh my!!!

I just couldn't go on with the workout for a while. I had to re-situate myself - I was in the park, I was supposed to be working out with my personal trainer, I had to throw the ball back to him... Now M-O-V-E!!!

But I was... paralysed!

Not Andy Whitfield... Not Spartacus! Not my hero!

WHY? WHY? WHY?


WHAT THE HECK...?


.......... (SILENCE FOLLOWS) ..........


... And now can we please have a moment of silence in memory of Andy Whitfield. 

(R.I.P. Andy Whitfield. May the gods be with you and take your soul home. Long life to Spartacus, magnificent and irreplaceable - Andy is, and will always be, the only one!)

+++++++++++++++++ I'll be back.


14 September 2011

45 DAYS LEFT

... 45 days left until my run. I'm trying to do as much as I can every single day. 

Some days I eat cleaner than others; some days, I train tougher than others. I know it's normal, the only thing I must do every single day is just try to do something of value, as regards nutrition and training, before I go to bed.

No matter what it is - the vibration platform, a series of strength training exercises, or just walking - I MUST do something every day. I'll live by this rule or die like chicken! 

That's how I'm taking this: one step at a time -baby steps- and doing things 'just for today'. Every day when I wake up, I've got 12 hours ahead - I try to seize it (CARPE DIEM).   

I often look at the calendar and think, "If I don't do this now, tomorrow it might be a bit late..." So it's got to do today!   

Only 45 days left. I'm getting rid of the obstacles that have been blocking the road beneath my feet, one by one, with great effort - and a sense of consistency.

I am mentally ready to go for it. Yet there is still a lot of work to do. 

I've found out the motto of the Olympic games; it's "Citius, Altius, Fortius", which is Latin for "Faster, Higher, Stronger". In the fitness jargon, the motto is "fitter, faster, stronger". 

By Day 1, I must get there. AND I WILL!

I won't deny it - I'm nervous, anxious, and a bit scared. But I won't slow down. I trust my trainer, and I've decided to believe in my potential. That's how I'm living now. 

... Obstacles, roadblocks, are unavoidable. Sometimes we crash and sometimes we go through them. BUT WE MUST NEVER QUIT! 

As Tom V. would say, "Train hard and expect success". NIKE, JUST DO IT!

4 September 2011

McDonald's 5K-3K

I was there last year. My first 3K. But I didn't run. It was a family event, a 'correcaminata' -you could either run or walk- and everybody walked, so I walked.

There were no official T-shirts, numbers, chips, timing or places. I got one of the hundreds of finishers' medals, like everybody else.

And I promised myself I'd be back this year...


I've enrolled, so I'm in! I'll have a chip, a T-shirt and a number. I'll be in a category with other women my age. I'll be in a list of finishers (in my category), with my official timing and my position among finishers.

I MUST LOOK GOOD. MY NAME HAS TO BE BE AMONG THE FIRST 100 NAMES. I WON'T ACCEPT DISHONOUR. I WON'T TAKE FAILURE. I'M GOING TO DO THIS!

... RUN, BABY, RUN!!!