Woke up with a slight fever (37,5) and my throat was killing me but there was no way I was going to miss the Barcelona Marathon. Four months of training, four months of nagging, and four months of waiting were not meant to end with me sitting on the sideline. One thing that I […]Read more "Barcelona Marathon"
Sometimes I wonder why I bother with the running. Tomorrow is the biggest running event in Latvia and I have a slight fever, a head cold, and my left hamstring is feeling like a banjo. I would recommend myself to just stay home tomorrow. Instead, I have told myself and others that I will go and […]Read more "Day before the race"