Live. Run. Live Some More.

Know that it took me so long to write about this marathon because I’m still up a bit on Cloud no. 9 so to say. It falls into the “holy shit you did it” category. I mean, you literally friggin’ did it! I’ve waited for this damn marathon for 4 months. Not only that I’ve waited for it, but I’ve worked for it after at some point I had actually decided to postpone it for next year. And now that it finally happened, it kind of went by too fast, you know what I mean? Of course if you had asked me at like mile 25, I’d have said something completely different, but as we say here, “after the war lots of brave men make an appearance” so move aside people, I’m about to boast! Let’s see now. I’ve been running for pretty much 1 year and 5 months. Meanwhile I’ve broken some, I’ve repaired some, I learnt some more, I improved overall. It’s hard. It’s hard because I always want more, but the time that I can allow for training and the discipline necessary when it comes to sleeping, reco...

Actually this title is the polite version for A New Level of Holy Shit! Because that’s exactly what this was. I’ve seen my friend Bogdana and some others going to these mountain races and as I have always rather enjoyed the mountain, I figured I need to try it. They all seemed so happy in the pictures, and smiling with a great landscape in the background – I mean how hard can it be! Treacherous little bastards! They mislead me! Haha So I decided to register to this race back in August before I got my infamous “entezita” – namely a deep muscle in my right ass chick decided to hurt like a mofo. And it so happens it’s a muscle I use for walking so I couldn’t really take a break from using it. The treatment I got initially for about two weeks did nothing. So I went to a trauma surgeon next and he prescribed further anti-inflamatory pills and this spray to “refrigerate” my ass so it numbs the pain. I spent two weeks and a half without training which was a killer. And I worried some mor...