One (first) marathon, a million feelings

Summer, a flight away It was almost midnight on Friday when, together with my Swedish group from World’s Marathons, I stepped out of Larnaca airport in Cyprus. I could immediately feel the sea in the fresh, crisp air and was welcome by the unsettling feeling of arriving somewhere very far away. In the darkness of the night, during the coach transfer to Limassol, I could…

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