Looking for the Stars

And then all my optimism fainted and I allowed myself to be miserable for once. To be sorry for myself. To be heartbroken. To feel like crying. To be angry. Spent last weekend cheering on everyone running Cortina, Lavaredo, Skyrace, Mont Blanc Cross and Marathon. Tracking everyone with fingers crossed for them following their progress….

I don’t need your sympathy. I need your smile.

All the questions. And no answers. It’s been a week. And I’m tired. Not that much because I can’t run. But I’m tired of all the questions. How long will I have the boot? How long until I can run? I appreciate you care. I do. But please stop. Please stop asking. It makes me…

Bones can fracture. Hearts can’t be broken.

It was the night before Annecy Maxi Race when I spent my evening sitting in the bath, crying and feeling sorry for myself. I knew I had stress fracture. Even when it wasn’t bruised. Even when it wasn’t swollen. Even when I could run with it. Even when my physio and orthopedic surgeon both said…

The Sacred Forest

Where the trees are so high they reach the skies, that’s where I find my soul. Where the air is so fresh, you enjoy every breath, that’s where I come to life. Where the birds sing and nothing else matters, that’s where I am happy. I love mountains, forests, woods. Explorations, travelling, new people, new…

Happiness. The Real Thing.

  It took me a while until I realised why. Why I am suddenly so happy. It wasn’t that sort of happiness that comes from outside. It wasn’t caused directly by something. It came from not having anything negative in my life. And it suddenly felt free. This was probably the first week ever, when…

Something Just Like This

I rather be authentic than perfect. I rather be normal than extraordinary. I rather eat pizza on a bench in the park than in Michelin star restaurant. I rather be comfortable than being on diet. I rather be one of the crowd than top 10. Being perfect is boring. And you are alone. And everyone…

The Mountain Within

It doesn’t have to be high. Its path doesn’t have to lead straight up to the top. Most probably it has loads of viewing points on the way. Sometimes landslides. Fallen trees. Avalanches. Occasional earthquakes. Streams. Dried rivers. Dark woods. Sunny meadows. Sharp peaks. Alpine pastures. My mountain within is rising higher and higher. Sometimes I see…

You Are Not That Important.

“It’s nice when you read something and it sounds like the persons voice” – is probably the nicest compliment I’ve ever got. On my writing. Writing? I don’t really write. I just put few words together from time to time. And I always feels so insecure when writing in English. Insecure. Because everyone is watching….