My story begins like any other from the very beginning. Sport has always been in my life but I have never taken it too seriously, until one day when…

I woke up in the morning and told myself that I only want one present for my 30th birthday – a marathon. Cross the finish line, enter the level of human dreams, understand that the border is only when you start talking about it.

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Six months of preparation, student knowledge, youth, motivation, sacrifices, constant desire to be faster and more durable, the first half marathon in training, the first blood from the nipples, and finally the first control start at 20km in the mountains – the first mistake in the career of an inexperienced athlete. On my 30th birthday in 2012, I looked with tears in my eyes from the window of the room as other runners run for a ticket to happiness for self-respect and self-satisfaction. It was a sad day in my life. Half a year break, half a year was looking for my own way of life.

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March 2013 – first training, first running step, fatigue and high motivation. My goal was only one – to cross the finish line after 42 195 m. September 2013 – dreams come true, thanks to hard work, more excellent knowledge and self-respect, the Wroclaw marathon has been something I’ve dreamed of for over a year.

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It was just the beginning of my adventure with running. Two weeks later I was already “tense” with a new starting number on the starting line at the next marathon – the goal was different, the dreams I achieved quickly change into the future – this time I fought with myself and with time – my second marathon with a time of 3h59m: 56s.