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Good Things...

...come to those who sweat.

I love working out: dancing, acrobatics, gym, running...! It's my drug. 
Somehow I managed to give a promise to run a half marathon next year. I have to say that so far I have been running distances under 10 km. But I have found out that I enjoy running enough to take on longer distances. Now I just need to buy some decant winter running gear because until now I have been more of a summer runner.
Unfortunately I woke up with a fever yesterday and have to take it easy this week, hopefully it will be gone by tomorrow. Next week I will be in London, so excited. Obviously I'm staying in a hotel with a gym! No excuses! :)


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