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I don’t run to escape the past. I run to meet it. To face what I left behind — not to fight it, but to give it a place. “Din” isn’t a location. It’s a moment. A memory. A weight. A source. Where my strength was shaped, and my silence began. This song is not motivation. It’s not triumph. It’s the quiet truth of choosing to move forward — not lighter, not faster — but whole.
After nearly three weeks without running, the fog, cold, and wind on Lacul Morii showed up exactly when they were supposed to. It was more than a physical comeback—it cleared my head after an intense stretch of work, projects, and short nights. A simple run, no pressure, that put everything back in place and quietly opened the road toward the next goal.
It wasn’t a year about records—it was about people, roads, and meaning. About races that broke me and put me back together, about community, family, friends, and moments that mattered more than any finish time. A full, heavy, good year, in which running wasn’t a battle with limits, but my way of living my life, with everything in it at its most intense.
After 100 km in Alberobello, sleepless nights, exhaustion, and a forced break, today’s run came exactly when it needed to. Bad weather, familiar roads seen through a tourist’s eyes, unexpected encounters, and stories told on the move. A run with no pressure, but with meaning—one that reconnected my legs, my mind, and my confidence for what’s next. Sometimes a comeback doesn’t arrive with fireworks, but quietly, in 19 kilometers run with a clear head.