A deeply personal story of running addiction
Thereâs definitely some truth to it: once you start running, it becomes an addiction. And this addiction is contagious.
Birthday Wishes
I had a milestone birthday in February. And what could I have wished for more than a running vacation? Edit chose the destination: Rome. When I told Gina, she just laughed: âIâve been signed up for ages. Josef, Erwin, Richi, and Barbara are coming too.â And she wasnât joking.
Since there was no half marathon in Rome, Edit, Ăvi, and I signed up for the full 42 km back in the fall. âIf you can do a half, you can do the fullâŠâ I tried to motivate the ladies. What I didnât mention at home was that Rome wasnât the final stop for me. Three weeks later, I was planning to run a trail raceâan ultra trail, to be preciseâone that had been on my mind for a while: 53 km with 1,500 meters of elevation, near Wiener Neustadt. To make sure no one could talk me out of it, I signed up right away. And just like that, my birthday party was set.
Which is how we ended up celebrating Christianâs birthday (in March) in Rome. I celebrated with a marathon. Christian celebrated by enjoying a long weekend off work with all of us đ€.
The Guest List
The most important prep step was probably getting through the winter without any major illnessesâlargely thanks to our neighbors Karin and Grandpa Christian.
In recent months, it had become a tradition on our days off (thanks, Christian!) to explore new routes with a lovely womenâs group: Anne, Gina, and Katja. You could call it a âgirls runââif we werenât all between 40 and 61. Ăvi and Edit and I mostly motivated each other online.
Rome and the Marathon as Endurance Training
The marathon weekend was beautiful, even though the kids already had colds when we boarded the trainâand once again, the railway wasnât exactly winning any punctuality awards. We bumped into many familiar facesâsome just for a quick hello, others we had time to catch up with over walks or dinner. Ăvi and I ran about 20 km of the marathon together.
The Final Training Push
Back home, it was time for the finishing touches: a training camp with Auntie Dunja (others might call it a kid-friendly thermal hotel), a family hike with extra weight (aka hiking with kids) with Nana and her friends, a last-minute patch job on my running pack by my sister Gabi, and Christianâs parents took over full weekend responsibility for our two children (also known as happy kids, happy grandparents).
Let the Party Begin: Rosalia Trail Challenge
We waited for the start inside a warm building with others from our club (ULT Heustadlwasser). Kata was there tooâwithout her, I might never have understood or even tried trail running. My experienced support crew, Zita and Ăgi, were following the event live from Hungary, sending updates by the hour.
We waited for the start inside a warm building with others from our club (ULT Heustadlwasser). Kata was there tooâwithout her, I might never have understood or even tried trail running. My experienced support crew, Zita and Ăgi, were following the event live from Hungary, sending updates by the hour.
And Weâre Off!
âThe Rome marathon was the perfect long training run for today,â I told Erwin shortly after the start. He grinned: âYouâre calling a marathon a training run now? Looks like weâve successfully infected you over the years.â
And on we ran.
Gina and I paced through the first half quickly. At 10:14 a.m., we caught up with Karin and Grandpa Christian climbing uphillâjust enough time for a few photos. We didnât need to say much. We all knew how lucky we were to share this moment. (And yes: Karinâs already planning to join next yearâs Rosalia Trail Challenge. First signs of addiction are definitely showing.)
At around kilometer 30, I thought of our son Leno, who was just about to start his spring race in Payerbach. This year he was representing the family aloneâweâre hoping the two events donât fall on the same day again next year.
I knew our pace was a bit ambitious, but today I wanted to feel that. To find my limits. Thatâs when running works its magic: your mind clears, stress fades into the background, your heart racesâand yet you feel calm inside. Emotions surface. The world feels simpler. Life becomes lighter.
I barely noticed when we passed the marathon mark. I was just happy to be running through the valley. My mind and legs knew this feeling well. Ten kilometers more or less made no difference.
At the finish line, Katja and Grandpa Christian were waiting. Gina and I arrived nearly together. This running familyâour friendsâtheyâre something special. Without them, so much would be different. We would be different. Itâs something that becomes addictive. With or without running. Together on the journey. Yet each of us on our own unique path.
The Day After
On Sunday, a rare opportunity came up: an hour alone with my husband.
â âWe could drive to Looshaus for lunch with my parents,â Christian said, âbut we donât all fit in the car.â
â âItâs just 5 km,â I replied. âMaybe a few hills. Letâs run.â