DOXA Run – New Running Apparel Brand & Interview With John Hansen

DOXA_Image_InstagramI first saw the logo of DOXA early last summer, while I lived in Copenhagen. Probably through Instagram and started following them, thinking that they had a nice look to their gear. I wanted to interview John Hansen, the creator and designer behind the brand, to get to know why and how it all started.

John is a seasoned runner and designer who wanted to bring a clothing line for running that would work through the workout to everyday life. I really like how he’s looking at this idea and how he also wants to do good while he’s at it. DOXA has a Kickstarter campaign now for their first capsule collection and they will give 50 race singlets to Kenswed Academy in Nairobi, Kenya, if the campaign is funded. The school is a way to give the children a chance for better living conditions and future. Here’s the link to the school for you to check it out .

Who are you and what is your background?

My name is John and I’m 36 years and have worked with fashion for 15 years, the last 1 year as self-employed in AITY Consultancy, where I do design work for different danish brands.

Alongside all this I have DOXA – the place where I unite my passion for running and my hobby and interest in fashion. I live in Copenhagen where the social running crews has been exploding the last few years. This definitely awoke my interest even more of combining fashion and running – to become a part of the new athleisure trend.
What is Doxa? And what is it to you?

As mentioned above, DOXA is more or less the person I am, running, fashion and lifestyle combined into one.

DOXA is everything for me, but at the moment I’m not able to make a living by the brand, but hopefully it will turn into that one day.

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Where did the idea behind Doxa come from?

DOXA was born out of my idea to bring something new into the running scene. I know I can’t compete with the more established brands such as Nike and Adidas, but there is a lot of space for other brands, who makes cool running gear with an urban approach. Because these days people want to look cool before, during and after their social run with all their friends, colleges and maybe their love of life – who knows.

Where the name Doxa comes from?
I wanted to create a name that had a visuel effect and that I could work with in different prints and effects on my product. I like the different geometric shapes of the letters and the shortness of the name. It’s precise and direct and something people hopefully will remember. Another important aspect for me, was that I could incorporate one of the letters in my design and prints-the letter X.

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What is / will be the difference with Doxa compared to other similar brands?

I think that DOXA is different because of the fashion angle. A lot of running apparel maybe looks too sporty(boring) and functional compared to how most customers actually wants to look. When I go by the subway to a park far away to do my trail I would like to blend in with the people and not look like a nerdy runner, who caught the bus like a fail. So in my opinion DOXA is the brand that’s missing in the athlesiure arena-the brand that combines fashion with functionality and makes people look cool. In the end that’s what most people want to.. 🙂

My hope is that DOXA will be sold from fashion stores and giving the costumers the opportunity to combine it with their daily wear. This is also different from what most other similar brands do-a traditional distribution would be through classic sportswear stores. But I believe that DOXA fits in with a mix of fashion and sport and has an edge that will make costumers notice DOXA on the shelves.
Where does the ideas come, with patterns and fits, from?

I combine sport with fashion, so my ideas is born in fashion with the intention of incorporating it with the functionality in sportswear. The fit is the most important part of the product. As a runner myself I know the importance of a good fit, without that you can’t perform. But I also believe that fit is not everything, with the great interest in sportswear you need something that stands out and the customers feel that their running gear reflects their style. People want to feel fashionable while running, not only while out running but also on the way to the running field and when hooking up with their friends after.

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Where do you see Doxa in 5 years? What are your goals?

Hopefully I’m able to work with DOXA as my main business and make a living out of it. I would love to see my brand represented all over the world in selected fashion and sportswear stores. And at the same time I want to keep on working with Global Relations to keep on creating better opportunities for the young talents in Nairobi. Hopefully we can create something bigger and greater together. It’s important for me to be able to contribute to the ones that need the help and support to succeed. And if sometime in the future my work with DOXA could make some young kid in Nairobi life a little bit better, I could not be more thankful.

How did you come up with the idea of doing this all with Kickstarter?

After a lot of brainstorming with a good friend about how to get a new upcoming brand out to the costumer, we came up with the idea to try Kickstarter. I needed a platform to show my work and my dedication to running and the good work at Kenswed. Kickstarter is a great place for new brands to start up and a forum that reaches out to so many people. The interest has been great, but there’s still a long way to the gold. Whether I reach it or not, it has been an amazing journey and I’ve learned so much on the way. Hopefully I will reach my goal and then being able to contribute to Kenswed and send out all the cool runninggear to my cool backers. Kickstarter is hard work, but the risk is low and I would diffidently recommend it to anyone who wants to make awareness of their products and needs there funding to get started.

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Do you have some connection to Kenya or where did the idea for that come from?

The idea was born from the simple idea; that I really wanted to do something good for others not as privileged as me. I met a guy when I was out running with Runners United, we talked a lot about his work in Kenya with the young running talents. He told me how tough their living circumstances were and how running often is a way out of poverty. His good friend Per-Olof Hansson is founder of the NGO Global Relations that works with the young people in Nairobi. So I contacted him and we started talking and sharing ideas. I really admire his work and feel honored to be a part of it.

And last but not least…

What does running mean to you?

It means the world to me! It’s my space away from everything, where I come up with new ideas, where I clear my head and where I gain new energy. Running is my life! I’ve been doing it for over 25 years and I will keep on running as long as my legs let me..

Go and check the Kickstarter campaign HERE! and their website HERE!

And keep yourself updated with the brand at Instagram @DOXARUN

I wish all the best to DOXA and John and hope to see this all grow to what you have dreamed! 🙂

PMA ❤

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Samsø Ultra – When Running Is Just Running With A Side Of What Happened?

IMG_8193Sunburned skin, legs filled with scratches from knee deep wild rose bushes, body feeling like it’s really worked hard for something that means so much, head feeling tired and humbly proud.

I’ve never really raced in my life, never really put my body to a test like I did last Saturday at Samsø Ultra.

I’m writing this all through a haze of after race blues, that funny feeling that doesn’t make any sense, but is still there. But after that race I’m not even surprised, because I went to a whole new level of myself there. I wasn’t that nervous the days before, a bit the evening before but slept good, and then the start line was in front of me with all the people and me alone. And that was the moment when I realized that my friend, who was supposed to run the race too wasn’t going to be next to me. I wanted so badly to get his legs good before the race, not because I thought that I might need to run alone, just the fact that I really didn’t want him to hurt and be injured. And then it hit me, I’m going to run a race alone for the first time, I’ve always had friends around me. And I was so insanely afraid. IMG_8182

The first 5km or so, I was in pretty dark place, I kind of wanted to stop running, I was afraid that I’m going to be last, AGAIN, my legs felt like led and like there’s nothing in them to push on.

And then the route just went over this huge grass hill and on top of that all I could do was look around and feel so small in the best possible way, and then it hit me, goddamned I’m lucky to be here. I was just smiling like an idiot, thinking that I need to go on because I wanted to run the race for my friend.

The first 20km was so hard, so insanely hard. It was like running in some ridiculously beautiful Hobit country, with all the sheep’s and cows and horses around you, with huge hills going up and down. I got lost and was really happy that so did these amazing gentlemen that I ended up running quite a lot of the way. First pitstop I just flew past, yes I wrote flew because that’s how I felt. I started feeling strong even though my calves felt so bad with all the climbing and more to come. All the way to the third pitstop I went alone, and then I got company from Ke, the only other international runner. And we went together all the way to the last pitstop which was really nice. Huge thank you to him!IMG_8185

And then I got lost again, at least not only me! It might have been the most beautiful place in the world to get lost though, felt like a mountain goat trying to get forward through this thick wild rose spike bush hill. That was the moment I realized why the organizer wrote in the info that we should wear long pants or socks, obviously I didn’t. Bruised summer legs FTW! Thank you to that super nice gentleman to picked me over an electric fence when we realized that we are in a “bit” wrong side of it. I think after that I really started racing, no idea why, but I was going like I’ve never done before.

I was running with these nice gentlemen and thinking am I able to keep up with them, but ended up saying to myself that just keep going, you got this. And I just kept going, and started feeling stronger and stronger, which felt, to be honest, really weird. I wasn’t expecting that to happen after almost 30km. And my mind clearing from everything, it was just silent, maybe that’s runners high, no idea, but it was so nice. Silence of all the doubts that I’m so used to.

Never not time for new friends :)

Never not time for new friends 🙂

After pitstop 4 I called to my friend just to know if I could see him soon, and the idea of seeing him in some time made me just push on. And in silence we ran next to each other with Ke. The rhythm of our steps felt really good. And I just felt so strong. My belly felt super good, no problems at all.

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This is how happy you look when seeing your friend at around 35km 🙂

And then I saw my friend, the joy in me was just bursting, a hug at that point felt crazy good!

After that I felt like I’ve never felt before, I started racing for the first time in my life. I was tired and hurting a bit but I just put those on the side and kept going. The next time I saw my friend he was blasting this song from his car and let me tell you, that stuff gives you the biggest boost, even when the song is ridiculous but it made me smile so big that I didn’t know that it’s possible. And I just did my pitstops super fast and kept going with Ke. That was a huge change to my last Ultra in Bornholm, where I had to sit down and really gather some strength in myself. Now I felt like Sally Mcrae looked at last years Western States. She’s pretty great motivator on a race, I noticed, even if it’s in my mind.

I think I really started thinking that I could do a time that I had in mind in Bornholm when I got to the 42,2km pitstop. I had something like 15km to go, so I wasn’t that sure if I could do it. Not before I got to the last pitstop and heard that I have little over an hour to do a 10km. I have no idea what happened, I just charged on and left my race running buddy behind. I just went for it. I kept saying to myself that you got this, yes it will hurt but you can do it easy! Kept thinking about Sally Mcrae and just pushing on. I’ve never in my life felt that strong, ever. I’ve never pushed myself like that in my life. It felt terrible at times, my body was so tired from the heat and the fact that I had run more than ever before, continuously, in my life. But I just kept going, no matter how it felt, because I’d decided that I will get under that time. At one point I remember thinking that it’s not that bad if I can’t make that, and also remember how I almost yelled at myself that you’re not fucking doing that shit now! I was so determined! I actually used anger as my fuel, never done that before either.

Around 35km :)

Around 35km 🙂

Once I saw that I have 1km to go, I picked up my pace, which just felt so bad but still. Saw this man and just yelled at him that am I far? His answer was the best thing at that point, I just had to push on a little more and then I’m there. And that last bit was the hardest I’ve ever done and it felt like the longest road ever. That moment when I saw my friend and he said where I need to go and ran next to me and said that I’m getting under my goal, that’s my favorite. I started pushing myself even more, just wanted to get there and get it done.

The moment I got to the finish was insane, I felt like my legs are going to give up and it took me quite some time to get myself breathing at least a bit normal. And that was the moment when I realized that I did what I wanted for the last 15km. I had managed to run my race under 7 hours 30min. That meant for me that I had done over 2 and half hours better than in Bornholm.

It also meant that I was the Female Winner in my distance, and 3rd overall in it too. And my official time was 7:27!IMG_8210

I still, couple of days afterwards, feel a bit surreal about this all. I’ve never been like I was during that race. I’ve never raced in my life. I was mentally so strong, so goddamned strong. I managed to do something that I never thought I could really do. Maybe that was the moment what I knew when I started running in the first place, that I would be good at running long. Now I knew that I could be good at exactly that, if I give myself a chance. I’ve never really gave myself the chance to show what I really have inside of me. I’m so humbled by the race. It showed me that me, that I’ve wanted to believe is inside of me. I was able to just run, which I wanted to do. Because in the end, it’s just running. Something I kept saying to myself during the day. I’m also finally giving myself some credit for something I really should. I am really proud of myself, I really am. I remembered to enjoy it all and have fun and even stop if something was that amazing. And I could not done it without my friend, just the fact that someone was there for me, is insanely important. The fact that he knew how to make me smile and said just the right things to make me believe in myself more. That’s priceless! Thank you so much for that! ❤

I think I learned pretty big lesson of myself during that race. I am so much stronger than I give myself credit for. I’ve gone through so much in the last year, that where I am now and what I am able to do, is pretty amazing! While I type those words I feel like I’m talking about someone else, but I just have to own this all. Because I did it!

Thank you so much to my support extraordinaire Bjørn, without you it would have been boring and very hard day at the office! Thank you to all my family and friends for your words and support! Thank you to my sponsors! I hope I made all of you as proud as I’m trying to be here :).

PMA ❤IMG_8192

Life Changing After Race Lows And Realizations

No one really talks about the lows that can come after a big race. Or at least I’ve never really read about this mess that has been in my head for the past week… 10 hours alone on the road is a lot harder on your head than your body.

We all approach races in very different way, for some it’s to get a new PB, some just get it done, some to run away from something that they don’t want to deal or like me, running to let go of all that I’ve been carrying for the past two years.

But whatever the reason is, no one really talks about what happens after that super high. And that low really got me so off guard, I didn’t realize that something that huge would be waiting for me. I’ve heard about a low after a race when you don’t have another one to wait for, but this was something completely else. My mind, or actually my brain, had never been that tired and in need of rest and recovery just like my body.

Maybe I was so calm before the race, because I had already answered to this huge question that had burned my mind for the past six months, Where am I supposed to go next? What will be the country I will move next? And I had an answer to that straight after landing to Copenhagen, I felt so strongly that I’ve just come home and that this is where I belong. Not that I had too much time to marvel in that, but I knew and finally that uncomfortable weight was lifted and I didn’t feel lost anymore.

During the race, I basically went through everything that had happened in the past two years. I let go off all that I had carried. All the pressure, sadness, pain, old me, that devil that calls me to give up, all the scars and wounds. And when I touched that last lighthouse for the sign of me finishing, I closed the book of my old life and opened a new and fresh one.

But now, after knowing exactly what I want to do and where to go, I got caught of doing something I seem to always do. I get really freaked out. My whole being knows exactly what is right and I just fight it because me being happy and go to a direction I know is right, is scary as hell and all unknown and confusing!

For a really long time I’ve been denying the fact of how unhappy I’ve been in Finland. I am so insanely lonely here. This time here has been exactly what I needed but it also has sucked me dry so badly that my mindset has been on way too much of a test and lately I’ve really been fighting hard to not to grumble. I haven’t and I won’t but the battle has been here. Though I’m still on the winning side of it.

I’m really great at being alone, with my life and my time, just happy to be on my own. But that all has started to change too, the more I understand who I am and what I want and why I react to certain things like I do, it has made me yearn for actual company of others around me. And this doesn’t mean that I don’t have any friends here, the few that I have and who I keep close, are the best people anyone could find in this world. I am so humbled by the support and love that they give me. I would not be able to be this strong now if I wouldn’t have them around. ❤

But I have goals in my life, to grow as a writer and as a trailrunner. And without something happening and challenging me in my life, that’s impossible. And I truly truly yearn to be surrounded by like minded people, and I know that I have them in Copenhagen. The fact that I do have them there, is a challenge on it’s own as I’m super good to push people away, not completely but just enough to get myself back in that solitude that is too easy for me. And I’m just tired of feeling alone, and that’s what I am here, this place is rough to be and especially if you are a bit different.

This past weekend I realized couple of things that really I had known for quite some time but after the Ultra they really became real, in a whole new way. On Friday night I was telling about the race to a old family friend whose known me for almost my whole life, not knowing all that’s been going on but a want to know. And when I was telling her that without running I would not be here, really truly not be alive, I just started crying as it is so huge and the realization of the fact all of sudden hit me in such a new and profound way. I’ve said so many times how running has saved my life, but before that race, I didn’t probably understand how much running has given me. And all of sudden I did. The gratitude I have for running is so big that I just don’t have the words.

Another moment was when I was spending a evening with one of my closest friends, and was going on and on about things that should not even bother me at the moment, and he said that there’s two questions that I should ask and answer and keep doing that to keep myself in check. They were “Who am I?” and ” What do I want?”. In a way they are very simple questions, but the point is to answer them honestly to yourself, not to anyone else. And that is a bit harder. It also puts things in to a new perspective. And the truth is that I’ve worked so hard the past couple of years, so damn hard. I don’t see it for some reason, I don’t see how brave I am and how open to new jumps and risks to take. Ready to just go and see what happens. I don’t see myself as an inspiration or a hero, I see myself as someone who just wishes to find her happy and strength and if by doing that I am able to help someone, I feel like I’ve won all the lotteries in the world.

But what that Ultra also did was, was that it peeled all the layers from me that I had been holding. Running has a way of peeling us like a onion, but running an Ultra with the right mindset peels us so raw that you are like a open wound after it, or wound is a wrong as it sounds super negative. It opens you in a way you have never been before. And all of sudden you’re ready for so many new things that it’s pretty insane. You are able to let people come a lot closer than before, which can also mean that you get hurt easier, but in the end it’s worth it.

When you run an Ultra, you should race for yourself, for that personal victory. There might not be a medal waiting in the finish line and maybe that’s better. Then maybe the reason to enter a race is personal, not to get more bling. Because everything that happens during one, is because and up to you. And you are the one who has to own it. And look at yourself, really look, and admit the things that you might have been denying. For me running trails and Ultras now, is so personal part of my journey, the part where I’m finding a way to be me with all I have. I’m not by any means the fastest or the strongest, but I sure am the gutsiest! Or my strength is in my mind. I am able to keep going when things get really dark, as I’m not afraid of that place, it’s the place that I’m really familiar with.

The people I find to be the most inspirational in Ultra running, are the ones who have gone through a lot, suffered and still gone forward. They might not be the fastest either but they are true and honest, willing to take the bad with the good.

When I had about 30km left in the race, I remember how I was thinking that that’s nothing, I can do that easy. That was a moment for me when I knew that this is what I’m meant to do.

Through running, I’ve opened up so much. I’ve learned how to love myself, for the first time ever. I’ve forgiven myself, time and time again, and learned how I don’t need to punish myself all the time. My openness and my willing to feel it all, whether it’s bad or good, my ability to love so hard that it might hurt me in the end, those are things that I wish I never loose. When I say that I will be there for someone, you better believe it.  I’m willing to take a risk, even when it scares the shit out of me, because I owe it to myself. Without all the risks I would not be here now, planning my next move, to a another country, again.

So, it’s normal to feel really down and mentally tired after something this big. It’s not the easiest thing to take but it sure is worth it. All the doubts and fears, all of it. Because in the end, if you listen to your inner self, you’ll be so much happier than before. I promise you.

PMA ❤

 

 

 

The Aftermath – Fyr til Fyr Ultramarathon 2015

Photo by Troels Graff Nysom

Photo by Troels Graff Nysom

What happens to you while running for 59km?

Well firstly, you have a lot of time to think about EVERYTHING. And that I did, a lot. So much that my mind is all messed up now haha. Running has this amazing way of clearing ones mind, at times so much that you get restless of the aftermath of not being able to do what you want straight away.

The race was so insanely amazing, like all my wildest dreams put into one in only one route. I don’t think I’ve ever been anywhere that beautiful. That place took my heart so bad.image2 (1)

So let’s go day by day, step by step.

I arrived to Copenhagen on Friday and with a group of friends we drove to Ystad in Sweden and took a ferry to Bornholm and got to our accommodations. Carbloaded as much as we could and started preparing for the next early morning race.

What really surprised me was that I felt super calm, no nerves whatsoever. Obviously a happy surprise, which I’m not used to but I was happy to take it. After we got our stuff ready, it was bedtime. image1 (2)

Raceday started at 4am on Saturday. Stuff on and food in the belly and out the door to get to a bus that took us to the other side of the island to the start line. Bibs on and ready for the adventure. I was still feeling really calm. Maybe I should have been worried about that haha.

The route started from a lighthouse, as the name is from lighthouse to lighthouse. There we all waited for the cannon to start the race, yes actual tiny cannon was the gun that went off! And all of sudden there was this insane wall of sand ahead of me, which I haven’t definitely prepared myself for, and when you got on top of it, you had to straight away slide it down to a beach that the route went on for the first 10km and some kilometers. The fact that we were running next to the sea, while the sun was slowly coming up was pretty amazing. This silent herd of runners just nervously pushing on and leaving those extra jitters behind. I actually had to fight my urge to go to the sea right then and there :D.image3

And all the way to the first aid station at around 20km, I felt so insanely strong, I was just so happy. Got to run next to amazing friends, no talk just run, loved it. Few km before the aid station there was this super rocky spot and way too many people to fit in that single track, so I got too much behind of my friends to be able to catch them, so I ran alone which was okay to me. I was just enjoying the route and the fact that I finally were there, on that route that I had been waiting since last August or even July.

Then maybe at around kilometer 25, my belly started feeling weird, but I just kept going, no interest in having anything to do with it. But that didn’t go as I planned… It really got bad in the next kilometers and I ended up realizing that I’m not able to eat anything, as every time I did, my belly just got into this insane twist of all the feels that should not have been there on that day. So I kept hydrating myself and just powered on. To be honest, I had to go to a bush to poop, twice, on that route. And seriously I was just laughing out loud the second time, just thinking that well now I’ve done it all :D.IMG_7424

But the problem of not getting anything else down than water was that in that amazingly beautiful but warm weather my energy levels just dropped way faster than I expected and I had to walk quite a bit. And that made me so sad, for a while, until I realized where I was and that I had no intention to give up, that was not an option, at all! IMG_7415

That part is actually so huge to me. I’m seriously almost know for my ability to give up and not going through with things I start, mostly the old me, but it’s not a thing I’ve been able to get completely out of my system. I didn’t even think of giving up, not once. I did think at the end that could this thing just end already haha but I was not willing to even think of giving up. If I would’ve done that, for me, it would’ve meant that I am exactly the same as before, and I’ve worked pretty damn hard to be better me. And also, I ran the race for my Mom, it was her birthday on Friday and she loves lighthouses, so perfect race to run for her. And she’s always been there for me, through it all, pushing me on and to think of not finishing, I couldn’t do that to her. I would’ve been so disappointed in myself if I had. So yes, that was not an option.IMG_7412

There was a moment when I was so mad at myself of not being able to run even though I wanted, I cried and tried to bite back tears in so many spots, I laughed out loud a lot, I felt this insane peace and calmness of the beauty around me, I was challenged in so many new ways that I could pretty much only marvel in it all, good or bad. Because at the end of the day, it was freaking amazing! I would not change one thing, because it taught what I need to change and what I need to work at to get stronger and able to tackle those moments.IMG_7423

But the amount of ALL THE FEELS was so crazy! When you are doing something like that for good 10 hours, yes it took me that time, you go through so many different things with yourself. Most of the race, I was completely alone. And I think that was really good to me. It’s been a rough last year and I feel I needed that solitude and that discomfort and all that shit and amazingness to see how bloody strong I actually am. I’m almost tearing up as I write, because I’m seriously grateful for that time alone. And it’s not like running an Ultra is supposed to be easy, anything can happen, anything! And that’s the part I love the most in what I do, that it will beat you down and rise you back up so high that WHAT! It sucks and you hate the whole thing and at the same time you feel like you’re in love so hard. So yeah it’s confusing and messy but so good, so so good.IMG_7411

The last part of the race, the last 20km I was mostly walking, which obviously sucked, or in my head it did. I had this tiny goal time and when looking at my watch and it was just slipping far away from me, I was just annoyed to the max, but what could I do?! Nothing but to go on. I couldn’t know that my belly will feel like shit, because there was no signs of that the day before or in the morning, nothing. There’s always things that we have no control over and that was one of those. IMG_7419

But in the end of the race, I was just tired of feeling like shit and the fact that I was about to cry all the time. I was so so disappointed that I couldn’t do what I had in mind that for a little while I forgot that I am living my dream. And when I finally got to our house, as the route went past it, and heard my friend screaming from a window, I just balled out cried and felt like a huge failure. My friend didn’t take any of that shit, she gave me some much needed tough love, told how proud she was of me and how amazing I am and how I’m so close, and how after the next gate I need to try to run. And then she hugged me and sent me to the last part of the route, the last 4 something km. I did actually run for maybe an kilometer after that gate, and then my whole body was just dead and I felt that if I try more, I might pass out. So it was cursing and walking haha. And a lot more cursing and “can this shit just end already”. And then I saw that last lighthouse, that one that I knew is the finish line. It was so damn close and so sneakily far, and to get there I had to climb this insane rock hill.

There it was, that damn lighthouse.

There it was, that damn lighthouse.

And then I heard a familiar voice, and one of my friends was waiting for me and just took my hand and guided me through the rocks and listened me complain and cry and whine and pushed me on. And all of sudden that lighthouse was in front of  me, with just little gravel road to go and all my friends and other people just yelling and cheering me on. That was the moment when all the shit just went away and I was crying and smiling like nothing else. My friend said that you will finish alone, you got this and took his hand off and all of sudden I just sprinted the last tiny hill all the way to the lighthouse! I have never in my life felt that amazing, ever!

The amount of love and support, it’s insane! I wasn’t the last, but I was the second last to finish, but it doesn’t matter. I finished what I started for once! And I’m so proud of myself! I am on the right path. That one that I’ve worked so hard for and I just showed to myself that I’m not that loser anymore! Fuck you old me! 😀

Bornholm this is for you, you took my heart, all of it! From Dallas Claytons Instagram

Bornholm this is for you, you took my heart, all of it!
From Dallas Claytons Instagram

What this all did to me, is priceless. And I will go there again next year, no doubt about it, me and that race have a bone to pick. Now I know what I need to do to get where I want. The route was so hard compared to what I’ve done here, so technical and so demanding and so insanely amazing! IMG_7421

And to clear what I startedin the beginning of this whole story, my mind got so clear during that, that I feel like I have no patience with what I know I need to do for myself. I know that it will take time and that I’m going to the right way but could it all just happen now and like wake up to tomorrow and those all would be true and my reality! Well, I’m working on it. Definitely big things happening again soon. I’ll keep you posted :).

But now, thank you so much to all that has supported me during my race and before and after and all your INSANELY nice words, can’t really believe it’s me that is receiving them, but THANK YOU! It all means the world to me and you guys keep pushing me <3. Thank you Bornholm for completely taking my heart and loving me so hard <3. And thank you all my sponsors for believing in me and giving me the chance to fulfill my dreams and goals!!

PMA ❤

It's easy to smile at the finish! :)

It’s easy to smile at the finish! 🙂

 

 

Almost There – Just Before My Fyr til Fyr Ultra

I’m just about to fall asleep. Tomorrow I’ll fly to Copenhagen and carry on from there to the island of Bornholm.

Just one night and my next amazing adventure begins, one that I’ve been waiting since last August.

I haven’t been crazy nervous, it comes and goes. I know that I can run that 59km, so that part is okay. The part that makes me nervous is that I am there with almost 500 of others. And I always run alone 🙂 so a different kind of challenge. I’ll take it!IMG_7317

I’ve never been this meticulous with my packing, but I’ve never packed for a Ultra either, so I don’t really have any routine with this. I just hope that I have everything I need.

I’m ready, I feel positive and good. I’m going to run my own race, enjoy everything and have all the PMA while doing it.

While I was packing, I watched my favorite Ultra videos and that really calmed me down and made me stoked even more, if you can put those two together in some way.

Okay, I’m off to bed. Feeling super blessed to have all the love and support I have, so thank you! 🙂IMG_7357

Here’s one of my favorite videos that I just found yesterday, to get in the mood of awesomeness!!

PMA ❤