Nonstop...... Two-three Days of Madness Before the Big Run

Wednesday, 25th
I woke up at 5:50 AM. After a quick morning routine, I packed everything into the car and headed to Cambridge for a company’s open day. On the way, I stopped at a Tesco to charge the car and grabbed some breakfast with a good coffee. It felt good to have a short break before the busy day ahead.

 

I barely made it in time for the 9:30 start, but thankfully, things were running late. I listened to presentations saw some familiar and some new faces and had some good conversations with engineers. They gave me a full tour of the place.

Later in the afternoon, I drove to Luton, parked near the airport, and since I was running out of time, I had to jump in a taxi to the terminal. I just made it through security, grabbed some food, and ate it while rushing to the gate final call was already on. And boom I was on the plane.

 

I ended up chatting the whole flight with a stranger, and two hours later I landed in Budapest, where my parents were waiting.

 

 After a two-hour drive, I finally arrived home, and we stayed up late chatting.

Thursday, 26th
I got up early again and had a lovely chat with my parents over breakfast before diving into a busy day. I sent a few work emails, then rushed to the barber, and stopped by my brother’s workplace to catch up with him.

My mom’s birthday is this weekend ,so I wanted to celebrate a bit earlier. After coordinating with my brother, I booked a table at a restaurant. Then I visited three bakeries before I found the right cake. I bought it and enjoyed a great coffee at the café before dropping the cake off at the restaurant.

 

After that, I went to my favorite running shop to pick up some energy drink powder I had ordered. Then I had lunch at home and chatted with my parents a bit before heading out again this time to another sports store to grab a few more things, including a gift for my mom.

Next, I drove to a nearby village to visit my cousin, who lent me his e-bike for the race my friend will be supporting me on it. Time was tight dinner was booked for 6 PM so I rushed home, got ready, and we all went out as a family (my parents, my brother and his wife). We celebrated Mom, had a great dinner, and came back home to chat a bit more.

After they left, I went for a quick 40-minute run, and then ended the day with another good conversation with my parents.

Tomorrow morning, my friend arrives at 8:30 and we’ll begin packing the car for the big weekend. Another busy day ahead!......

The answer for WHY...

 

People often ask me: “Are you serious? 130 kilometers? Are you out of your mind?” Maybe I am. But there’s method, purpose, and meaning behind this madness.

Movement has always been a part of my life ,but not in the way it is for others. I never saw it as a privilege. For me, it was a tool. A tool to survive, to grow, to move forward.

I’ve been working since I was 16. I started during high school just so I could afford to go on a summer holiday with a friend by plane, which back then was a luxury. Then I worked for big companies, became self-employed, worked 12-hour days with only 2–3 days off per month. I managed a large maintenance team in a factory, then gave it all up and moved abroad starting over from scratch as a cleaner.

I had to work hard for everything. Nothing came for free. And in the midst of all that stress, starting over, and constant effort running entered my life.

I’m not young anymore. I don’t run to win races. I’m not and never will be fast enough to win big competitions. In this sport, your main competitor is yourself. Sometimes you chase a better time, sometimes a longer distance, sometimes tougher terrain. Sometimes you just run because you want to. But the fight is always internal.

The hardest part? Staying motivated. Because yes, it can be boring. It can hurt. It can feel pointless. But all it takes is putting on your shoes. Going outside. Taking that first step. The rest will follow.

For me, running is also therapy. When others turn to food, alcohol, cigarettes, games, or other addictions to deal with stress I run. That’s how I let off steam. It helps my body, but more importantly, it helps my mind. It improves circulation, weight management, and mental health. It brings balance.

This all started as a joke. Someone once said, “You? A marathon?” And I as with many things in my life took it seriously. I ran it. Then I ran it again. Faster. Better. Then I wondered what came after the marathon… and then what came after that.

Now here I am: preparing for 130 kilometers. And yes, the question is fair: “How far can you take this?” For me, the limit is what you can still run without sleep deprivation. That’s around 24 hours. Anything beyond that, in my opinion, becomes unhealthy.

But just like in life, this only works if you have a goal. Something that drives you. Something to work for. Something you want to achieve. And for months now, that goal has been on my mind: How can I do this? How can I reach it?

Now here I am. Ready or at least close.