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…

The beauty of being alone without being lonely

Unlike we women haven’t had it hard enough in the world already. Pay gap. Being treated as weaker sex. Listening to stupid comments because we have legs, boobs, bodies. Being told to stay at home and cook. Trying to fulfil everyone’s expectations. To be smart, sexy, perfect housewife. Expected to have kids. Getting period on…

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…

Trainers Over Heels

It’s been a while since I chose trainers over heels. And it took much much longer until I could see myself through eyes of others. From outside. To finally appreciate the person I became over years. That I don’t need to be self-called influencer because I genuinely attract people. I get best out of people….

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…

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…