The sun is finally going down and I’m running among the olive trees on a winding road which leads to the village of Halkion at around 113 km.

Το ‘’ταξίδι ‘’ ξεκινάει ξανά ! Αυτή την φορά προετοιμασμένος πιο καλά, σε σχέση με την προηγούμενη φορά. Εντόπισα τα λάθη που είχα κάνει, τα διόρθωσα  και τώρα βρίσκομαι μπροστά σε μία ακόμη αναμέτρηση με τον εαυτό μου!!

It was a race I had never even really considered. I came out of my 6 day race last New Years a changed runner. The race had been physically grueling, but even more challenging was the mental recovery. 

Can you have a first love a second time? Can a magical spell lift you, shake you up, and torture you again, just like it did before? Can everything that feels familiar also be new and strange?

‘It’s been fair to say I’ve lost my running motivation over the past couple of years and coupled with mediocre form, injuries and a bit of illness my interest in running ‘long’ ultramarathons has dwindled. 

‘I’m not sure what to do for the best…. it’s 153 miles you say?….. well?!?!’ These were the words of Mr Matt Fitzpatrick (Consultant Podiatrist) as I sat in his treatment room in Blackheath hospital on Thursday 5th September, three weeks before Spartathlon.Four weeks prior, he had diagnosed a peroneal tendon tear in my right

Μέχρι σήμερα, μετά το πέρας της σωματικής και ψυχικής προετοιμασίας, βίωνα όλους τους αγώνες μικρούς και μεγάλους, σαν μια αθλητική γιορτή. Ωστόσο, φτάνοντας στις 27 Σεπτεμβρίου 2019 με την 3η συμμετοχή μου στο ΣΠΑΡΤΑΘΛΟ αναθεώρησα ως ένα βαθμό τις απόψεις μου.