My Running BIBs
These running bibs are among my most cherished possessions. Each one represents countless hours of hard work and dedication, and they hold a wealth of unique and unforgettable memories.
Looking back, I feel incredibly lucky to have had friends and colleagues in my late 20s who guided and inspired me. Their positivity and passion left a lasting impact on me, and I remain deeply grateful for their influence. I only wish I had been more consistent with my running as I grew older.
My first full marathon was a 'bandit run.' At the time, I didn't even know what that term meant—I was just naïve and eager to take on the challenge. If I could turn back time, I would approach that marathon with better preparation and clinched the elusive medal . Similarly, when we were in Paris, I only participated in two events, even though I was running at least two or three times a week back then.
Still, looking at these bibs never fails to cheer me up. They remind me of the effort, the journeys, and the joy of running—a passion that has shaped so much of who I am today.
