12. June 2015 by swissfitchick
You can be torn between being all girly or a dude-y girl.
Or you don’t. I am a girl by any means and I am convinced that I need my bling and blonde ponytail and pink workout gear and skirts (dresses are not made for me, believe me) to feel comfortable. I can use the perfect proper etiquette if I need to (but rarely want to) and I have clothes to wear a different outfit every day for about 730 days. But as much as I am obsessed with the chick’s stuff, I am filled to the brim with tomboy. Like snot rocketing while running or cycling, eating red meat like a boss, snoring while asleep (so sorry), cursing more than I dare to admit and anyone likes to hear (I earn really bad looks sometimes from my surrounding). I snort with laughter until water comes out of my nose, I speak too loud plus I ride my race bike dressed up fancy with heels and skirts and I do 10 chin ups as that on a BBQ on a ladder.
And then I’m there at the fancy summer cocktail party with my girly girl.
My Momma would like me to be the gracile girl I was a few years ago and she is totally irritated by muscles and tattoos. Like REALLY. Good kids as we are, my brother confronted her with the fact that he just made an appointment to get SURFING ALIENS inked. I love him and I am really sorry for Momma, but we need to state the fact that we are between 35 and 40, so I guess we make our own decisions – even if we both don’t live lives that are meant to be lived by people our age.
I grew up with my big brother who taught me intensely, almost significantly how to get my own way and defy whatever obstacles turning up in life – and to give zero fucks about haters, envier or people in general who are not important to me. It wasn’t always fun you better believe me that and it got worse when I told him after fights that our sibling’s love has ended and he bursted out in mean ass laughter letting me know that I will never ever get shot of him for my whole damn life. Oh damn. Anyway, hard ship leads to experience, leads to learnings and I am not afraid anymore. Not of Bungee Jumps, Skydives, Mental CrossFit Challenges or life in general. Thanks Bro, love you today.
K, so that’s my Friday word to you connected with pics from last weekend. Except the ones from my 6am Trailrun on Saturday morning. Seriously, I am in love everytime for the new by these views.
I was at the birthday of Tim’s Momma in Germany (I know you all remember Tim) and he was over in Switzerland for a few days – which was marvelous, especially being served with food after a crazy day of work and training.
Saturday in a week – Swiss Team CHallenge. We are going through some ass workouts, I swear. Yet I smile, cause it’s my happy place.
Do you have siblings?
What was your favorite meal this week?
Do you have a tattoo?