One runner
ENDLESS ROADS
About Me
6,000 runs. 62,000 kilometers. 25 years on the road – no coach, no club, just the road, the body, the mind and what every kilometer teaches.
I didn’t start running to win anything. I started at thirty-three, and I’ve kept going through several moves, two countries, two languages I had to speak, and one year when my body forced me to stop completely. I came back slowly. I came back smarter. But I came back.
This blog isn’t for the people chasing sub-3 marathons. It’s for the ones who wonder whether they could start at forty. At fifty. At sixty. The answer is yes – but not the way the magazines tell you.
62,000 kilometers don’t make you an expert. They make you honest. These are my stories.
