Ultrarunner's notes

 Yeah, it's over now, but I can breathe somehow... What goes through a person's mind, when they stand at the start of a 100km race? What goes through their mind when, at seven in the morning, together with 200 other runners, at the sound of the starting gun, they set off on a 100km route into a cold autumn morning? They are ready, determined, prepared to run 12, 15, 18, 20 hours. The story of that day can take a thousand different paths and turn out in a thousand different ways. Today, we will all die a little and be reborn again, each in our own way. Čadca is still asleep as we run up the stairs from one square to the other, muscles still cold, body not warmed up. However, in the heart, there is a flame of togetherness and common adventure that we will all experience together but all of us a little differently. They say we should have our own republic 😅 I'm all for it. The cold city stairs and an estate pavement lead to wet single-track in the dewy grass. The dawn is glo