HYROX Week 7 was definitely one of those training days where everything seemed to go wrong before I even got there. 😂 Friday night we went to Disneyland to celebrate my girlfriend’s birthday, got ALL the steps in, and didn’t get home until midnight. I showered, set my alarm or so I thought and completely crashed. Saturday morning? Plot twist. My alarm was set for PM instead of AM. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I woke up late, jumped out of bed, woke up my mini me, and realized we had about 10 minutes to get ready and get out the door because I still had to drop her off at her dad’s. 👉 No peaceful morning routine. 👉 No proper breakfast. 👉 Just grab the Stinger waffles, gummies, and GO. 😂 I ended up getting to HYROX training about 10 minutes late, and the workout felt almost like training for a solo race. We had 20-minute blocks with the goal of completing at least two rounds of each station plus the runs. I was able to complete two rounds of the stations, but I couldn’t complete both rounds of the runs. And let me tell you… I was tired as FUDGE. 😂 Then came the sled pull. I was actually doing pretty good until I tripped over the rope and landed straight on my ass. 💀 And yes… landing on a HYROX sled rope HURTS. I walked away with some lovely rope battle marks and a nice bruise as my Week 7 souvenir. OOUUCCHHH. But sitting here on Sunday reflecting on it, I don’t see yesterday as a bad workout. I see it as feedback. Not finishing both runs showed me exactly where I need to put more focus: running under fatigue, controlling my pace, and learning how to keep moving when my body is already tired from the stations. And honestly, race day probably won’t be perfect either. 👉 Something may go wrong. 👉 I may feel tired. 👉 My pace may not go exactly as planned. That’s part of training too and learning how to adjust when shit happens and keep moving anyway. Yesterday wasn’t pretty. My morning was chaotic, I was exhausted, I bruised my ass 😂, and I didn’t complete everything I wanted to. But I still showed up and sometimes, that’s the win. Sunday lesson from HYROX Week 7:

SOMETIMES WINNING MEANS SLOWING DOWN… EVEN WHEN YOU REALLY DON’T WANT TO! If you know me, you know I LOVE pushing myself in the gym. So, having shoulder pain and wanting to go hard but knowing I can't right now? Honestly, it pains me more than I can explain! 😩😂 My head wants to push, my determination wants to keep going, but my body is telling me to be patient. And as frustrating as that is, I know the sensible thing to do is ride this wave rather than fight it. 🌊 Being officially BBB'd makes this feel even more personal. BBB has become such an important part of my journey, and one thing I'm learning is that progress isn't always about pushing harder. Sometimes it's about trusting the process, giving yourself grace and remembering why you're doing this in the first place. Of course, I'd rather be lifting heavier, pushing harder and giving it everything I've got! But I also know that being consistent for the long term matters far more than winning one workout. And then I had a little perspective shift… 💭 I could focus on what I CAN'T do, or be grateful for what I CAN do. My physio has said I can continue with all my exercises, just using lower weights and paying attention to how I feel before and after each workout. That's something to be grateful for! 🙌 I can still show up. I can still build consistency. I can still work towards my goals. I just need to respect my body and accept that, for now, my version of progress might look a little different. And that's what slow and steady wins the race means to me right now. It's not about giving up, losing momentum or settling for less. It's about making adjustments, staying committed and understanding that one difficult wave doesn't define the whole journey. I'm learning that I don't have to prove how hard I can push every single time. Sometimes, the real strength is knowing when to ease off so I can keep moving forward. 💚 So, BBB crew, I want to ask you… 👇 Have you ever desperately wanted to go hard, push through and give it everything, but had to stop, slow down or change your approach?

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Walked my usual route today, 3,5 km in 40 mins. A win for sure 😎

October 10th is worlds mental health day and this is a good reminder to make a good mental health a priority in our life. Today and every other day. ❤️ This years theme is called: „Lived experiences heard, real voices, real change!“ 🗣️ It can be a family member, a friend or a colleague who is affected by a mental illness. It’s not always visible right away, so be patient with them. Take a moment to check upon your people and following this years theme, talk to them before it might be too late. Hear their story, their experiences, their feelings, their thoughts, their hopes. Give them a safe space to express their most vulnerable selves. And if any of you are suffering from any form of mental illness, please remember the hardest part is saying out loud for the first time that you‘re not alright. Stand up for yourself and don’t let others tell you otherwise. Just because there isn’t a visible scar doesn’t mean it does not hurt. If your close circle cares about you they won’t deny your words and feelings. Please also remember that it’s never the end! There a million of people out there who say the same, one day there will be light at the end of the dark. Of course it takes time and you deserve to take all the time you need to get out of this dark place. Nobody rushes you or forces you to just toughen up tomorrow. 🖤 Life is like a marathon, it looks unmanageable at first, there a phases where giving up sounds so easy but the ultimate joy and pride after the finish line outweighs all negative emotions before. ————— I’m not going too far into detail but I also wanted to share a part of my story to show that nobody stands alone in this. Looking back I can now see signs that my mental health was declining at just 14 years old. Bullying in school and loss of multiple family members has put weight on my heart without giving me a way to cope with it. Back then I had no words to describe what’s going on with me but growing up I knew I had to make a change, I didn’t want to live in emotional pain forever. So at 20 I put myself into therapy. Only my parents and closest friends knew as I was ashamed of what others might think of me. Which I know now should not matter as I purely did this for myself. Therapy has helped a ton and I think more positively about life in general. Some days are rough and I feel like I‘m losing control again but that’s normal and like I said before, it’s never the end. I‘m clearly not at a finish line but what counts is that I keep fighting every day.