Prelude to a dream

I haven’t written much lately. Not because I had nothing to write about. I just had so much, that I didn’t even knew where to start. It’s been a month since we left the “well known” behind and decided to start from zero in Chamonix. In France. Those of you, who keep on telling me…

Corfu Mountain Trail

It’s been few days now. I’m back in London, on the train, on my way to work. Everyone is talking about London marathon and I smile quietly thinking about what my last weekend was like. It sounds unreal, but I ran two and half marathons (plus 4,300m altitude gain). For most of us that sounds absurd….

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…

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…