See How Far

The Starting Line
January 4th, 2026.

I ran my first marathon in November 2015.
That was the real beginning.

For years, I questioned the label.
Runner or not?
Ultramarathoner or not?

Is 50 km really an ultra?

Now, there’s no doubt.

I completed another ultramarathon in 2025.
9 Peaks.
120 km.
Nearly 10,000 meters of climbing.

Still, I tread carefully with names.

I’m slow to call myself a runner.
Even slower to claim “ultramarathoner.”

The Path
Since the beginning, the trend has been steady.
Forward. Longer. Deeper.

Time was never the focus.

Of course, I wanted to be faster.
I journaled about it. Mostly dreaming.
But I kept moving.

Not just in thought.
In reality.

Now, I focus lightly on time.

Lightly, because in the end, who really cares?

Finishing healthy matters more.
Finishing strong matters more.

The plan is simple.
Do the same work. Just better.

Keep moving.
Get more technical.

Cadence.
One speed workout a week.
One long run.
One gym session.
One cross-training day.

Sleep becomes training.
Recovery counts.

Less alcohol.
More real food.

Low stress where I have control.
Forget the rest.

The Finish Line
The finish line isn’t a number.

It’s arriving healthy.
Strong.
Still curious.

I don’t lose the reason I started.

To see what’s possible.
To test my limits.
To see how far I can go.

That’s the win.