50 km on trails. Within my comfort zone. Yes, that’s how it works for me. Those who know me know: I don’t rush. And I don’t want to. As strange as it may sound, I run within my comfort zone. That’s how I started this one too — whatever happens, happens. Calmly. Steadily. As usual, I broke it down into smaller sections in my head. It wasn’t 50 km, just a lot of small parts. Whenever a climb or a stretch felt too long, I looked down at my feet. One step. Another one. And another. I didn’t get enough sleep the night before, and we had to start early (spoiler: you can’t arrive early enough for this 😅). There were already a lot of people at the start, and the first kilometers were more about politely weaving around others than actually running — especially since we were mostly going uphill. That’s not exactly my sprint category. By halfway, I had somehow managed to drink everything I brought (a small miracle), so it was time to refuel. By the third section, the crowd finally started to thin out. There were moments when it was just me and the forest. Scents. Birds. Light through the trees. That’s why it’s worth it. Then somewhere around 30 km, I hit a wall. Literally. A 25–35% climb. For a moment, I reconsidered my life choices… and also thought it might not have been a bad idea to check the route beforehand 😅 At that point, it wasn’t about running anymore. It was about how I keep going. And that’s where it became something different. I remembered why I was there. That this wasn’t just another challenge. That I was also doing this for Bátor Tábor. It wasn’t a big realization. More like a quiet reminder. Keep going. So I did. The climb didn’t get easier. It didn’t get shorter. But somehow, it wasn’t the same anymore. At the top, there were paramedics and firefighters waiting. I remember thinking — if I slide back down, at least they’ll pick me up quickly. I didn’t 🙂 Somewhere near the Turul, the different distances merged again, and suddenly there were people everywhere. On the narrow trails, the real challenge wasn’t running, but moving forward without getting in anyone’s way. The course was beautiful the whole way. The forest gave everything. For me, it was just a bit too many people at times — but that’s part of it too. By the end, there wasn’t much left to think about. Just that I did it. And that this time, it really was different. I’d like to thank everyone who supported this in any way. The donations, the messages, the encouragement — they were all with me along the way, even when I was alone in the forest. The 50 km is done. What really matters is everything that happened along the way.