Two Islands Three Days

Why did I went all the way to Lanzarote and ran across it? Was I paid to do that? Any sponsorship or brand behind me? No. I went for the exploration. For running. For traveling. For going solo. For me. For you. Day 1 Stansted Airport 5:15am -7 degrees Where is your luggage- ask the Uber…

Your example. Not Your Opinion.

The world can be changed by your example, not your opinion. Travel more. Always explore. Chose your next location. Book the tickets. Check the map. Plan your route. Pack. Go. Run. Life is too short to sit at home. World is too amazing to not be explored. Don’t be scared. Go solo. Woman up. How…

Explorer’s Diaries – Back to Mallorca

Day 1 – Thursday | 07:31am | Sofa & Mr Cat; Isle of Dogs After way too stressful day yesterday, I woke up with brilliant headache and puffy face. Idea of running 40k followed by 30k and 20k in next 3 days doesn’t sound appealing to me right now. Just like traveling through central London in peak…

The Hard Way

Came Friday night and I just didn’t felt like running. I had no will or motivation to go and do it. Not sure if I was scared of the weather, the crazy conditions, lack of training post injury or I just wasn’t feeling it. One hour later I was sitting on the bus heading to…

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…

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…