First run

29 December 2025.
An ordinary afternoon run.

Cold air, but not too cold to breathe.
No people around—everyone busy buying fireworks for New Year’s Eve.

A standard route. The Ka path (a name probably given by some Stephen King fans).

Yet it is somehow special, as it will be tagged as the first run of many more to come.
Five months to prepare for another 42k.

I am not excited. I think about the hard work that will have to be done.
About injuries. About recovery. About all the times my own stupidity kept me out of a race.
Yes, there is a lot of time to think during an ordinary afternoon run.

But running is not about thinking.
It’s about movement.

One run. Then another.
Cold or not. Motivated or not.

And this was just the first.