I ran the first marathon of my life on October 7th, 2012, in Budapest. My goal was simple: to finish it — and I did it. After the first 10,000 meters, I started to feel that something was changing. That’s when I realized: I was really part of a marathon race. The last 5 kilometers were tough. I hit what runners call “the wall.” I believe you can avoid hitting it if you prepare well enough and don’t start too fast at the beginning of the race. There were pace runners at the event, and I joined one of them. I’m truly thankful for their support — it helped me a lot. One of the most unforgettable moments was when I found myself running alongside a Greek runner, between a French and an Italian. It was incredible, and I enjoyed it so much. I will always remember those moments. And whenever I face a hardship in life, I ask myself: What could possibly stop me — if I’ve already run a marathon?

“A marathon is not a battle between nations, races, or beliefs. It is a celebration of humanity - thousands of hearts beating together in pursuit of a personal victory. On the course, we are not divided by gender, color, or creed, but united by the road and the will to endure.”