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…

Only Real When Shared

It’s the time of the year when everyone is so vocal about setting goals and how happiness is only real when shared. Well to start with: happiness is only real when achieved. You can set your goals and actually stay quiet about them. You can fulfil your dreams and clap for yourself. Does it mean…

New Year, Old Me (and loving it!)

Last day of 2017. 6 pm. And I’m on sofa loving being alone. No I’m not going to see fireworks, to New Year’s party, I’m not even going out. Yes, I spent the whole day at home. Slept long, made breakfast, fed cat, poured some red in a glass, put legs up and turned music…

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…

Shout out

Somehow I’m running a 107k race in 10 days. And somehow I haven’t shouted about it. And because I haven’t, now I feel like no one cares. While in reality it doesn’t matter. As this will be the loneliest and most introvert race ever. Also the longest one. Ever. I really don’t need to hear…

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…