Not just for myself this time

Every year, I have a “big plan.” Not necessarily something loud or spectacular, but something that’s there in the background — something that nudges me to step a little outside my comfort zone. This year, that bigger goal is set for August. This 50 km is more like a checkpoint — an honest look at where I am right now, both physically and mentally. What really draws me to challenges like this isn’t the finish time. It’s the atmosphere. It’s very different from a typical race. There’s no constant pressure to prove anything. Everyone moves at their own pace, for their own reasons, and somehow that makes it feel much more human. Simpler. More real. I’ve been around this area before, but I don’t know the full route — and I actually like it that way. I don’t want to control every detail or know exactly what’s coming. I’d rather figure it out as I go. There will be climbs, easier parts, harder moments… and that’s exactly what makes it meaningful. To be honest, at first it was just about the challenge itself. But when I came across the opportunity to support Bátor Tábor, it shifted something. It gave the whole thing a different perspective. And that’s when I decided to commit. Because from that point on, it’s no longer just about me. I believe movement is about much more than physical performance. It’s about balance — not only in the body, but mentally and in life as a whole. And maybe that’s the most important part: you don’t need to be perfect to start. You don’t need a big plan. You can begin anytime. With a single step. Right now, I’m still standing at the beginning of this journey. I don’t know how it will unfold, where it will feel easy, or where it will push me. But one thing already feels different: starting something like this knowing that it’s not only for yourself. And in the end, it probably won’t be the finish time that matters most — but everything that happens along the way.

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