Month: May 2015

Kickboxing :-(

After a few reschedules unfortunately, i didn’t manage to attend the class as i fell sick and i was busy running across town, lugging a big bag around in Nairobi traffic…not cool.

I was so looking forward to it. Another time *fingers crossed*

I am getting better now, the cough is almost gone and my shin splints are gone..hurray!

I cannot wait to lace them up and take them on the road *happy dance*

I hope you, dear reader are not having the issues that i am.



Kickboxing Class

In a moment of …. i called my kickboxing instructor and booked a session for this week.

Now that the appointment has been made, i am wondering how i will do this and what possessed me to pick up the phone and make the call.

I am recovering from an injury for crying out loud!! At least i told him about it. He reassuringly responded with  “It’s ok. We will work around that.”

Ok, Fine.

There is nothing to do but attend that class, and build on it. I have been feeling kinda sluggish and slow lately.

But first, do more yoga and squats and puch ups and…….

And i do wanna kick my own ass right? RIGHT!!

Monday Musings

This weekend i hanged out with this friend, let’s call him S.

We always have great conversation and we are relaxed around each other. Which means we insult each other (rarely) when it is called for and compliment each other (more rarely) but we are cool peeps. I was supposed to hang out with him last weekend but i didn’t, and i got a thorough insult and guilt laden session from him soooo…i intended to do better because he would never let me forget it.

This past weekend we hang out together plus some of his friends. Great conversation and lots of laughs together, i’m glad i made the choice to go despite a sore throat and a cold threatening to blow up. Antibiotics to the rescue.

As we hanged out i noticed something, he was touching me in little ways, like putting his arm on my knee, touching me to get his attention. As we stood by the lift, his hand lightly touching my ass. I moved away, small but discernible move. But i liked it that he wanted to touch me.

To be honest, i touched him too,a bit. And we were mirroring each others body language like we would face each other and put both our arms on the neck of the chair.

When we get to the house, i am thinking that this guy will pull a move on me and i really don’t want that. So i make a move to go to the next room, but he insists and says “He will not go where he is not wanted.”

Short story: He didn’t make a move.

I had a good time. We always have a good time together.

Something different this time around though: This morning when i was laughing to myself about some stories we were talking about, i realised that i felt sexy. Sexy in the way that no man said it or implied it, but in a way that he showed he likes my brand of sass.

It’s something about the way he was touching me and talking to me. Our heads touching. Laughing together.

It feels good to hang out with a guy and not feel this strong sexual vibe emenating from him and that makes you on edge as you look for the quickest exit.

Feels really good.

Maybe he is playing his cards slow or maybe he is not into me like that.

Either way,fun comes when you open yourself to it.

I am at peace with the way things are. Once upon a long time ago, something like this would either have me overthinking things or not thinking about it at all. Maturity is such a good thing. You know just how much energy to give something.

I don’t want to be rushed into making waves by thoughts of “What will he think if..?” “Does he expect…?”

This time around, i am letting my gut rule but i am taking my mind along with me.

Here’s to part two of a great friendship Mr S. <raises glass>


Shin Splints


On Sunday i was feeling well enough to run so i laced my shoes and took it slow and easy. It hurt, at first, but i pushed on..the pain receded and i felt really good and glad. I took it slow and just put one foot in front of the other.

Come Sunday afternoon, i would feel pain when i stood after sitting even for short periods of is especially hurts on my left leg. Even on Monday i was limping. However i did some yoga and it eased the pain somewhat.

Today is Tuesday and i am not in as much pain as i was yesterday. I did more yoga..i think it is helping.

So i have decided to take it easy on the running for the rest of the month and take up yoga and other strength exercises that won’t stress my legs too much.

When i lace up on the 30th or 31st of May, i will have a pair of new shoes (fingers crossed) and lots of heart to run!



First Run

I went on my first run in 9 days due to shin splints….and it felt GOOOODD! *sigh*

As I dressed up, i was asking myself if i could do it. Then in response i told myself to just try, after all, my body will only go where my mind does. I started out real slow as it hurt still but i kept pushing on. I achieved my goal and i am so proud! There was some walking in between but i still was within my average pace of 8:33/km for a distance of 3.8km.

It felt like therapy!

As i watched the sun rise over the Aberdare ranges (i think) and hearing my shoes hit the tarmac and my breath fill and expand my lungs, i couldn’t help but thank God that i can run and i have the opportunity and the chance to do so.

i still intend to do the Stanchart 21k in October and i came across this: 

Great advice and it has a link to training plans that you can choose to suit you!

I will download and share with you all my training fails and successes. I plan to seriously do yoga this time around because this injury is no fun.

Lots has been going on on the job front and i could do with some prayers and positive vibrations.

In the meantime whatever your fitness regimen is, enjoy it.

Injury :-(

I have been suffering from pain in my legs for about a month.

After some research it turns out i have been suffering from shin splints 😦

This injury comes about when one runs too fast or pushes themselves too hard. Recommended remedy is rest time for some 7-10 days..sigh..

In the middle of April i stopped running for a week due to exams and i felt better, so it just goes to show that some rest would be best.

In the meantime i could do some crossfit or something.

I’d rather take the rest so that when i start my half marathon training, i can do so without worrying about re-injury.

That moment

That moment when you’re in between worlds. Dark and night. Wakefulness and dreamland, you know just stuck. Stuck there. You like at the perfect balance. And you’re struggling. You’re between that high and that soberness. That moment when you’re just there trying trying to strike the perfect balance. You’re pretty much like the wheels on the ceiling.

This is where the deep existential questions, are, answered. You know, good. Bad.

Who killed JFK? Pio Gama Pinto? Tom Mboya?

Sometimes i think it’s worth it, sometimes it’s just worth it to go through life.

Well in that moment, it is.