You are so lucky.

It is not luck. It never was. “You are so lucky that you travel so much!” – No, I just don’t spend money on crap or mortgage but travel instead. “You are so lucky to have time for running!” – Maybe if I would see my husband more often, then I wouldn’t. “Oh but you…

Łemkowyna Ultra Trail

Wild. Free. Muddy. I don’t write race reports. I write down my emotions. I don’t create content. I create feelings. I don’t race for time. I run for the love of freedom. Got back only last night and just like after crossing the finish line, I’m still hungry for more. What it is that made…

I’m Back

Back in the Alps. I made sure I packed all my running gear just like I packed all my doubts. My running doubts. My post stress fracture doubts. All the confidence doubts. Quite a heavy bag to carry. Come 5pm and here I am, struggling up some uphill yet again. But this time I’m not…

Whatever it takes

So you don’t believe in yourself. You’ve lost the faith. You don’t know if you can. You don’t know if you’re capable. You don’t know if you want to. And once you actually said it out loud, it made you really sad all of a sudden. Another race landed in the same old bin of…

The Fine Line. The Finish Line.

It’s been seven weeks since I was diagnosed with stress fracture. Two weeks since I got rid of the robotic boot. And one week since I started missing running. And here I was. Back in Bergamo. Exactly one year later after Gran Trail Orobie. And again on the start line. Wondering what I’m actually doing…

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…