When I started running in 2020, I started with a 2k. It was rough. Two years later, I did my first half marathon, and already back then I was toying with the idea of once doing a marathon. Just once, just to have done it. I like number alignments, so the idea of doing 42km before I turned 42 seemed like the right challenge.

I turn 42 today. And I would’ve never guessed in 2020 that I would ever do a marathon, nor would I have guessed in 2022 that I would have done three of them by today, let alone that two of those would have been sub 4h marathons. Yet here I am. Life is unexpected.

Up to the next 42 (both kilometers and years, although I hope the former comes faster).