Will I Ever Get There? Project Half Marathon

There was meant to be a half marathon by the end of the month May. In my case, there was not. You remember how I thought I was doing fine, with the old sports tracker, which lied? The depression of realizing how slow I actually have been is till looming over me. At this point…

Project Half Marathon – More Gadgets and the Ugly Face of Truth

Remember the activity tracker I bought for this project of running? The Polar A360? Mother on my wrist, commanding and nagging me to move etc.? It is gone now, I assume it is leading an underground criminal organisation somewhere in the metro tunnels of Brussels. It slipped from my wrist one afternoon when I left…

Project Half Marathon – Halfway goals

In February we started this silliness of training for a half marathon.  It seemed hopeless in the beginning, I had not run in ages and Waffle was completely against the idea of running all together. Well, a month or two down the road and we are still running. Waffle is learning to like it, even…

The Gadget Part of Running

Running; what a marvelous excuse for gadgets. So, I have been largely on the resting side of this HalfMarathon project, thanks to a irritatingly persistent flu. A small panic with the deadline creeping closer and closer is apparent. But instead of despair, I have resulted into collecting some external motivation: gadgets. As our shoes are…

From Brand New Sneakers to a Half Marathon

Yeah, so. There was this evening, some alcohol and one pretty persuasive, determined and stubborn colleague. The end result is, that Waffle went and promised that he would partake in a run of 20 kilometres in the coming May 2017. I got attached to that promise as well. Oh dear. As the following day came…

The endless Les Hemmes

Friday the 13th. The day that started our long weekend of hippie beach life. Our car was packed full again, we had a special guest with us, from Waffle’s work. We had also some extra special goodies for the birthday of one of the buggiers. The car was feeling like a mammoth slumbering through the…

To Fan or not to Fan

Not to fan, if you are asking me. I have never really liked the idea of being a fan. Why should I? Why would I watch someone do sports, if I can be there doing it myself? Unless of course I am trying to learn something from them. I see no joy in sitting on the…

Life in a Buggy

The first meters. Moving to Belgium brought a lot of changes into my life. Among them a new hobby. I have been studying the fine art of kite buggying for a while now.  It all started after spying on the Flickr account of Waffle. There were plenty of photos of buggies on a beach and people…