No Shortcuts to the Top

I have long dreamed of entering the field without “a pebble in my shoe”… Or, in my case, without pain in the Achilles tendon. I was so preoccupied with that thought that I completely forgot it was only the first step of my return. As I watch this obstacle before me, I realise that it is as demanding as all valuable climbs… If it were otherwise, the sports “top of the world” would be a mere trivial title. I don’t know if I will reach it once again. This is my heart’s wish, but I cannot give any promises. I don’t dare to be that bold. I can, however, take into consideration the facts and offer possible conclusions… The word “possible” is included here because life has led me down an unexpected path one too many times. And I am grateful for that. Just imagine a road which we know fully in advance! We would probably forever remain five-year olds who only know how to say: “Give that to me!” So, after the partially completed trainings in the winter, we started spring preparations with full force. As every preparation phase so far, difficult and uncertain, it turned out to be successful and set a solid foundation for the future. This has been precisely the foundation that I have been missing, a safe ground on which I can start building my “dream house” again. Despite great strains, I have remained healthy and welcomed the competition phase. Now something completely different stands before me – transforming everything I did during practice into a jump. Here we are talking about more precise...

Pilgrimage with my mother

I really surprised myself with my own schedule after returning from the World Indoor Championships in Sopot, since we usually need a month or so to get back on track for the end of the season and prefer to stay at home. But after a couple of days back from Ireland  where I spoke with my therapist, it was time to set off on a pilgrimage to Italy with my mother – heading to Cascia – Monte Sant’ Angelo  in the Gargano Nature Park – San Giovanni Rotondo – Lanciano – Loreto. Those few valuable days I spent with my mother were great since we rarely have the chance to be on our own together. Taking a break from everyday life was something we both enjoyed, even though experienced travellers handled the tiresome long bus journey after the ferry ride to Ancona far better than me. I’m not sure whether it has to do with my long legs and confined space or simply my habit of flying… San Giovanni Rotondo is the famous shrine of Padre Pio, one of Italy’s most popular saints through fifty years bore the stigmata on his hands and feet – the signs of Christ’s suffering. Unhealing wounds that constantly bled is just one of the many miracles this saint is associated with. His most well-known work, “Hospice for the Relief of the Suffering”, is now one of the most modern hospitals in Italy. A man of prayer and suffering, whose intact body is displayed in the magnificent new basilica and crypt decorated with Jesuit mosaics of Marko Rupnik and Chiesa San Pio, forever within...