“I didn’t run a marathon this year.” Sometimes I catch myself saying this whenever I’m browsing through race photos on Instagram. Despite the grueling ultra-marathon training I did at the beginning of 2019, it didn’t feel like I’ve been running this year. Because I wasn’t racing.

Something happened while I was running last Saturday. The weather was  abominable for May cold, rainy, sleet and too much wind. I was on my 12th kilometre, listening to Rammstein’s Rammleid when another strong gust of wind almost knocked me down. I got mad, so mad that I was shouting expletives to the air. I hated everything about running, the pain, the long training hours that’s taking me away from my daughter and this disgusting weather.

his is not a success story. This is a did-not-finish (dnf) report. I failed at my first ever attempt at ultramathon. At 47km, after a gruelling 6 hours and 13 minutes, I threw in the towel. But didn’t I already say that when I started writing my Road to Texel series? Did I start this race with failure in mind?

oodness, where has time gone? This month, I woke up to the fact that my kid is officially a toddler, my husband is 11 years older than when I first met him, and sleep is once again cut short due to the day-light-saving time.

think I’ve found the perfect fit. But they’re not with the ones I’ve been running on for four years. This is not a technical review. This is a purely experience-based, unbiased shoe review.