The year of 2O23 in recap
The start of the year was quite promising. I picked up on the established routine of a runner living in a big city, beating the pavements and roads in my neighbourhood, with some random chances to get out to the nearby woods from time to time. With the month of April came the left calf injury. Not a big issue, it seemed at its early stage. But the seemingly innocent calf tightness developed into a muscle inflammation and then into painful nuisance which sidelined me from a serious training for a couple of weeks. At odds with my preliminary plans, I toed the starting line of my first scheduled race, Valassky Hrb 55 km trail run, the last weekend of May not in a hundered-pro shape. The first 30 km went well, to my surprise. But the next, a bit more hilly part of the trail, played bad with my impaired fitness. I was humbly happy to clock the 17-minute-slower finish time than the year before and to grab the fourth place in my 45+ age category. Anyway, this was just a training race, ...