Well, I am. And Belgium is not hugely conducive to training. The beer, the chocolate, the frites...not to mention the kamakaze cyclists trying to kill me, the swans and themselves, and the nastiest street cobbles yet (I really should wear sturdier shoes, my feet are so sore!).
But rest easy, Icelandic Volcanoes permitting, I will be making my home on the weekend, hanging out to get home and back into proper training.
Until then,
love
Ironmaiden
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