Berlin - the home run

Running a marathon is more than just a race. It’s a journey—of discipline, of patience, of learning how to trust your body and mind when they want to stop. It’s the quiet morning runs, the long miles in solitude, the rhythm of your breath becoming a meditation. It’s the struggle and the joy, the exhaustion and the triumph, the way the finish line feels like both an ending and a beginning. And running a marathon in Berlin? That’s something truly special. My home town, with its history and energy, carries you forward. The streets echo with cheering voices, the Brandenburg Gate stands tall 200m before the finish line at 42 kilometers. Each year, when I arrive there, I know: this is what it means to run a marathon. To push, to believe, to keep going—step by step, all the way home.