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Writing and running

Writing and running are very similar. Sometimes you go slowly, painfully slowly. All you want to do is stop and do something else. Other times you are flying. There is no stopping you and you sail through 10 miles/2000 words feeling energetic.

Both of these activities bring me happiness. I know this. And yet I sometimes let them both slide although I know that as soon as I write even one sentence, or run even 100 metres the happiness chemicals kick in and I immediately feel incredible. Both are always good reminders of who I am and what it means to Be Laura.

A lot has happened since I last posted here (which admittedly was way too long ago): Last September Maria and I took a 9-day trip around Iceland with Nahuel. It was the most amazing experience and I think I can use the royal ‘we’ when I say we definitely recommend visiting, and spending as much time there as you can to get around and see the country. The landscapes will astound you. Nahuel turned one with a big party at home at the end of September which was fantastic. He’s 17 months today and just a fabulous little boy. We travelled to spend Christmas with family in the UK and then had 12 days in Denmark over New Year. This was all wonderful.

But on top of that, in early December, I had a miscarriage. It was heart-breaking and painful and sad. We received a lot of support from friends and family here in Luxembourg around the world and we got through it. But while it was happening and in order to help me deal with it there were two things I had to do: write and run.

Writing a post on my other blog (which you can read HERE) really helped me deal with what was happening and express my feelings. It was extremely cathartic.

And then there was the run I will never forget. It was the Sunday evening of the worst weekend ever. I was in some pain and I decided to go for a run. I laced up, bundled up and set out along the river. My iPod chose which songs to stream into my ears and I just tried to focus on my body, the water drifting by next to me and any feelings which cropped up. There were a lot of emotions as I ran. One surprising one was gratitude. The last kilometre a song came on which just seemed to speak straight to me (I forget what it was now) and I pumped my arms and filled my lungs and pounded forwards. My body still worked! It could still do powerful things, despite not working with nature to keep the child we had made. I could still rely on it in so many ways. Thank you! Twilight descended. I sprinted towards home racing to the ‘finish line’ barely able to breathe and tears streaming down my face.

I stayed outside for a long while, letting out my sadness but also being grateful. No matter how hard we try, we can’t control everything. Writing and running helped me deal with that, and that just felt so good.

Passing the baton: Liebster Award

There are some awesome people in the world. People that you don’t even know. People who stop you on the virtual street and say, “Hi, you’re great. This is great. Keep going.” People who give you a pat on the back in a blogging kind of way: likes, comments, tweets.

Some of these awesome people have their own blogs of awesomeness and you can be awesome back to the them. You share their trials and tribulations, their photos and travels, their ups and downs. And you pat them back and cheer them on.

Hoorah to Jane Likes To Run who nominated us for a Liebster Award. We thank you, Jane, and we are honoured to have been mentioned in your Liebster Award list. The idea of this is to share the awesomeness of those who are, literally, awesome. Bloggers you read and want to acknowledge. We’re not talking bloggers who get paid thousands and have millions of subscribers. We’re talking the likes of us, and perhaps you, reading this: regular people, small fry. This is recognition to the ordinary person doing extraordinary (or not) things. And making them a pleasure to share.

liebster-awardThe rules of this award are as follows:

  • Each nominee must link back the person who nominated them
  • They must answer the 10 questions which are given to them by the nominator
  • They must spread the love, pass the baton and nominate other bloggers for this award who have less than 200 followers
  • They must then create 10 questions for their nominees to answer
  • And finally they must let the nominees know that they have been nominated

I like the sounds of this. It creates dialogue and it’s fun. So, without further ado, here are the questions and my answers from Jane Likes To Run.

Jane asks: What is your go-to drink?

I say: Red wine or Cuba libre. If it’s a night of dancing, it has to be a Cuba libre: dark rum and lots of it with a splash of coke, in a glass filled with ice and fresh lime. If it’s a night of talking, or just the need to be good to my heart (any excuse) then it’s red wine. Am very partial to a nice glass of Argentine Malbec.

Jane wants to know: If you could have a superpower, what would it be?


I tell her: I’d love to be able to speak every language in the universe. Communication is so important and to be able to bring together a Namibian tribesman who speaks in clicks with someone from Lithuania, for example, would be amazing.

Jane ponders: What is the best book you have read recently?

I respond: Scott Wallace’s The Unconquered about his travels to find the last uncontacted tribes of the Amazon. You’re reading it and sometimes forget that it’s a real story. 

Jane wonders: What is your special weird person trick?

I think and then say: I have a really deep belly-button. I used to show this off at parties. People would really put their finger in there and exclaim, “It IS really deep!” Gross, I know.

Jane questions: What do you do for a living?

I give her: I’m an English teacher and I love it. I teach English as a foreign language. I also write, but rarely get paid for it. Sadly. 

Jane enquires: Who is your role model?

I counter: Anyone who lives without lying to themselves as much as possible, which seems harder and harder to do these days: to live as honestly as you can. I look up to my parents and grandparents and I admire my husband very much. 

Jane probes: If you could take a vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?

I don’t hesitate: The Trans-Siberian railway. I’ve wanted to do it since I was little. It’s pending. My husband and I had a deal: he had the big Argentine wedding in Buenos Aires and I get the Russian adventure honeymoon. It’s booked in for 2015. 

Jane queries: Do you prefer driving or riding shotgun?

I answer: I don’t mind, really. But I like shotgun so I can spot interesting things out of the window and also prepare mate (Argentine herbal tea-type drink) for the trip to share with the driver. 

Jane puts to me: Do you have any pets, or what kind of pets would you like to have?

I return: We don’t have any pets, unless you count the lonesome fish in our pond I’ve named shark. He’s currently hiding in the depths as it’s got cold. But I do put bird feed out so tits and robins and their friends visit our garden.

Lastly, Jane wants to know: City life or country life?

And I tell her: Both, although I am slowly becoming more of a country person, living where I do. But if you had to transplant me back to a bustling metropolis (of which Luxembourg has none) I would be just as happy. You make the best of wherever you are, I think.

Now, here are my nominees.

  3. FIT FOR 365

I might have cheated slightly; one I know has more than 200 followers, but I don’t care because it’s awesome, and this is all about sharing awesomeness. And one of them is my personal, other blog. Which has way under 200 followers and nothing to do with running.

And lastly, here are my questions. I’m sticking to five magic ones.

  1. What six people are must guests at your Ultimate Dinner Party?
  2. Where would you prefer to visit and why: the top of Everest, the moon, or the deepest part of the ocean?
  3. What last made you cry?
  4. What one thing do you think everyone should experience/see before they die?
  5. What are you going to do next weekend?

Happy blogging, writing, running and living. You’re awesome.