…would be me.

Pretty sure about that. Uh-huh.

Because…

Bart Yasso, aka Chief Running Officer of Runner’s World, is following me on Twitter.

Why? I have no idea!
But it’s fun.

I’ll let you know when Bartie and I have a nice little get-together.

Yesterday I posted all my crazy goals and ambitions. In case you didn’t know: I’ve never run a marathon.

So I signed up for one.

Indeed I did. And not just any marathon.. The Beachy Head Marathon which is famous for its endless hills.

But that’s a good thing. (No I’m not crazy)
You see, during a normal road race you constantly check your time. Even if you don’t want to – you still want to achieve a good time. So a hilly race makes it impossible to get even near a PB. Therefore you can easily kick back and just walk/jog when you get sick of the hills.

So anyway I was incredibly excited and instantly texted my dad, my running partner in crime. His reply: “Isn’t a marathon too big for you?”
Sigh.

Pap, I know you only say that to protect myself from my own stupidity but jeeeeez! (Can you see me roll my eyes?)

Let me tell you something (Not you, dad, but everyone else who’s reading this). Never listen to people who think you can’t do it.

Because in the end it comes down to you. And good training and/or preparation. Be it climbing Mount Everest, getting that job you always wanted or going from couch potato to 5k runner within a few months. You can do it.

So I am not going to worry about that marathon. Even if I would openly cry and crawl across that finish line. I am going to kick that marathon’s butt.

And so today, Pa, I’m not going to listen to you. Although I know you only meant well.

Now who wants to go to Eastbourne with me on 27 October?

Aloha peeps.

Apologies for my not so constant posting. Life just hasn’t been all too exciting. However, my besties Livia and Daniela were here the weekend before the last so I will post the photos as soon as I’ve uploaded them onto my computer. It was such a lovely weekend…

Anyway, I realised the other day that my 25th birthday is fast approaching. Not that I care much about my birthday but since two-five is kind of more “important” than, say, 23 I decided to start making a list of things I want to accomplish before I turn 30.

And then I realised that this list mainly contains some proper badass stuff.

- Run the New York Marathon
- Run the London Marathon
- Run the Swiss Alpine Marathon (which is completely nuts)
- Climb Mt Kilimanjaro

Also on the list is having a successful health coaching business.

I am not the girl who wishes for a husband, a son and a daughter, a house, a dog and a garden. Although – don’t get me wrong – these things are lovely too and I definitely don’t want to end up as an old singleton but finding a guy certainly isn’t on my priority list. At least not until I’m thirty. Watch this space – in 5 years you’ll find me in dodgy bars famous for desperate people wanting to find a significant other. Or on dodgy dating pages where random guys send me pictures of their private bits. Hooray!

So yes (back to my list) I’ve got some crazy stuff on my radar. I think the marathons I could do alone but a solo trip to Kilimanjaro with strangers? No thanks. So if you want to join me: let me know!

What else do I need to add? What do you have on your bucket list?

Love, Kx

Random Facts because I feel like it.

- I wish I would think ‘Mad Men’ is amazing but I don’t. It’s ok but I really don’t see why it’s so hugely successful. Chain-smoking pricks who are nasty to women get kind of boring. But John Hamm’s easy on the eyes.

- I grew up hating Brussel’s Sprouts and I want to give it another chance but for some odd reason I’m a bit terrified.

- I don’t know how to cook meat.

- I don’t like reviews. I always get the feeling that the reviewer thinks of himself/herself as superior. I also like having an own opinion and it often disagrees with reviews.

- I am currently reading ‘American Psycho’ and I am shocked and thrilled in equal parts.

- I’ve never watched any of the Godfather films.

- Alexander Skarsgard is my future husband.

- I sing when I snowboard. But never under the shower.

- My left foot is longer than my right foot.

- Working in an office in London is the same as working in an office in Bern.

- In a perfect life I would spend all my time volunteering and being a health coach.

- I wish I had a small dog.

- I like travelling – especially flying – on my own.

- My flatmates and I are currently obsessed with a Danish murder series called Forbrydelsen (The Killing). It’s in Danish with English subtitles. Danish is hilarious.

- I always print out lots of recipes what I never end up making.

- London’s club scene doesn’t interest me in the slightest.

- George was my favourite Beatle.

- I swear a lot. I need to watch the f-word when I’m in the office

- I like random facts.

Last Thursday I made my roommate join me for a jog. She hates running and ended up with a twisted ankle.

So the least I could do was to join her for a swim today.

The thing is.. I hate swimming.

However, as I was swimming my lanes I came to the conclusion that I actually really enjoyed it – I just hate everything else that comes with swimming in pools.
The chlorine, all the people, the water in general (ewww pee!), the part between the shower and getting into the pool, walking around in my bikini… You name it, I hate it. But swimming itself is actually almost meditative.

Nevertheless, my hair smells chemical now. Oh well.

I suppose you could also say that I should choose more natural waters such as lakes or seas but heck I live in London and I sure as hell won’t be splashing around in the Thames any time soon. (After all I’m not David Walliams). So I guess I will have to stick to pools.

But to be honest I’d much rather spend hours in the cinema these days. There are so many great films on right now – I don’t know where to start!

Shame

Somebody give Michael Fassbender an Oscar STAT!

The Artist

A silent film in black and white? You’ve got to be freaking kidding me. Hilarious.

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

Because I wonder what Hollywood’s take on such a graphic book is.

War Horse

I actually like having a good cry every once in a while in the cinema.

Trouble is I have no idea when I would possibly have the time to go to the cinema…

Alright, got to run now. Love, Kx

I kept writing and re-writing this post but nothing good came up. Maybe because I’m preoccupied with thinking about the weather. Fingers crossed that no snow storm will suddenly appear on Saturday!

So besides checking BBC weather every ten seconds I’m actually wrapping up work (last day tomorrow – Christmas party on Friday!) and keeping busy with other shenanigans such as:

- Reading ‘The Kite Runner’. (I know, I know I’m late). I loved this book so much. Khaled Hosseini is so incredibly talented. It was also good to read fiction again after lots of (also interesting) books about running, nutrition and life.

- Checking Der Bund online and following the federal council elections and secretly laughing by myself because there still is some good in this world.

- Christmas present shopping. Oxford Street on a Saturday 2 weeks before Christmas. Enough said.

- Watching this:

-IIN and chatting with my fellow students. I get inspired on a daily basis and am still amazed that there are so many like-minded people.

-Yoga and meditation. Same old same old. It prevents me from losing my head though which is good .

The UK is so Christmassy I actually kept singing Christmas songs in the office today. One colleague wondered where the singing came from and then he suggested I should sign up for X Factor. Good one buddy. I’ll be the next Leona Lewis.

I am actually thinking about getting a cheesy Christmas CD so I can go and torture my family and friends a bit. I think my dad would love some Wham! blasting out of the stereo.

So you see this post was rather uninspired but I bet you’ve all experienced this ‘waiting before something happens’ phase… like the days leading up to your wedding (I can imagine) or the minutes before Justin Bieber gets on stage. That anticipation.

Let’s call it limbo. That’s where I am at the moment. Until Saturday that is.

Love kx

I did something INSANE today. Something completely CRAZY.
And you know what? It’s also very exciting.

I booked a flight ticket to Zurich. For FRIDAY! Yes sweethearts, I will go to Switzerland for the weekend and yes, I know that makes me sound like a posh twat.

But I’ve never felt this homesick in my life. And I need some time with my family. Even if that time is rather short.

Plus it’s my dad’s 50th birthday (yes, he’s ONLY 50 years old!). I can’t let him eat all the cake by himself. Though on a second thought, he’s not a cake-eater anyway so I will do all the cake-eating and he will do all the celebrating (not! He hates Birthdays. I don’t care.)

I can’t go this long without my family. Yes that makes me sound like a 24yo weakling but heck, that’s what I am! It’s silly but going for months and months without a single hug is a bit lonely. Have you ever done that? No hugs at all? You might think that’s not that major but try going without hugs for 2+ months and then we’ll talk again.

Anyway, I am rambling. But only because I’m a bit overwhelmed and excited and so terribly happy. As I mentioned in my last post – we all need to live. That sometimes means some crazy actions.

Now.. I’m justifying the flying with my otherwise green lifestyle. I’m a vegetarian and always use public transport. I always do a full load of wash. I shower weekly. Ok the last part isn’t true. I shower daily, I’m guilty for being clean!

Ok this rant just gets crazier and crazier. We’re down to body hygiene now!

Poor dad will wish I never would have decided to come back home.. I fully intend to organise a mini-party (he wanted to sneak off to Italy but my sister made him stay). My dad hates being the centre of attention. My dad hates parties.

We’re going to have such a blast!

It was a busy week. One that definitely called for a glass (or two) of wine tonight.

And as I was changing the sheets (what? you don’t multitask?) I knocked down my glass which was on the bedside table.

Piggy got hit. The carpet too.

And it was quite a disturbing sight to behold – especially for a vegetarian.

One nice little wash later, Piggy was looking a bit shaken but was otherwise unharmed.

What an eventful Friday night!