When I think of blisters, I think of my first kayak trips, my first kayak rally of 100 km in year 1998. After 35 km my hands were full of blisters, but I had a goal, I wanted to finish that rally!

When I think of blisters, I think of the little expedition to the top of the Triglav in Slovenia in year 2000. I didn't had the right shoes but that was no reason for not going! The first day we climbed to the first shed and stayed there for the night. We were just on time, a storm was coming. The world was white the next morning, my blisters of the previous day felt terrible. But it wasn't important, we had a goal to achieve!

When I think of blisters, I think of those new boots that were beautiful but gave me terrible blisters the first time I wore them! The blisters were so bad that I had to take them off in the center of Haarlem and I had to walk back with the shoes of my lovely boyfriend, while he was walking on his socks... How romantic!

When I see the blisters on my hand I think of my last race in Rijssen, the pavement felt like a scrubbing board! After 70 km I found three blisters on my hands. But I don't care because they make me think of so many nice experiences I had with blisters!!