75km. No race. No medal. Just me, the rain, and the road. I left the house on Saturday with this quiet urge to see what I was made of. And I found out. The rain was heavy, the humidity made every breath tougher and at some point, my mind drifted into that dark place where everything hurts, and you start questioning it all. Untill 2023, I used to struggle to run a single kilometre without giving up. That version of me still lives somewhere in my memory. But yesterday I ran 75 of them, back-to-back. No crowd. No applause. Just grit, sweat, and a deep need to find out what’s on the other side of discomfort. The craziest part? Despite absolutely hating the final moments of that run, I woke up the next day starving. Starving to do it all again. To go further. To dig deeper. Why? Because I want to show what’s possible. Not just for me, but for anyone who’s ever doubted themselves. Lastly a special shoutout to @henrygdfllw who not only documented the entire run but crewed alongside me, handing me gels, water etc throughout🫡