The Call [day#1]

Hard to imagine a greater comeback than Easter itself, right? It’s the kind of moment that invites reflection, a chance to question your direction and commitments. That’s exactly what happened to me this morning at 7:00, surrounded by nature. It hit me hard. Since my last (stupid) injury (twisted ankle), I haven’t fully returned to running. But today, I felt just how much I miss it — how deeply I need it. The connection with nature. The kind of effort that brings full immersion with mountains and forests. Lifting weights and working on my physique at the gym has been great for staying healthy, but it feels like something essential is slipping through my fingers. Maybe it won’t be the same anymore — no longer chasing front-pack results. I have limitations now. I’m older. My body reacts differently to training stress and intensity. But the call… that call is just as strong as it was 12 years ago.

And I can’t ignore it. I love this.

95 days. That’s how long I’ve got until a local trail race in the kind of landscape made for this. I’m moving forward.