One Mountain. Two Journeys. One Finish Line.

After losing my job, I was determined not to lose myself.

I needed to remind myself of the strength I already carried within me. The same strength I had discovered when giving birth naturally, without medication and standing up throughout labour. That experience had made me feel invincible. I knew what my body and mind were capable of.

I refused to let losing my job define my limits or stand in the way of my future achievements. I had a list of personal challenges and dreams I still wanted to accomplish. This mountain was one of them.

But this challenge wasn’t only about me.

It was also about celebrating my husband’s 40th birthday.

When our children were very small, trail running became his therapy. It was his way of finding space to breathe, clear his mind and reconnect with himself amid the beautiful chaos of raising two young children.

I wanted to share that world with him. To experience something he loved, together.

And so we took on the SwissPeaks Marathon.

44.77 kilometres. 2,353 metres climbed. 3,323 metres descended. Almost 11 hours on our feet.

We crossed the finish line together, in exactly 10 hours, 46 minutes and 38 seconds.

For me, it was never about the ranking. It was about resilience, love and reclaiming my strength. About remembering that my identity was never limited to a job title, and that losing one part of my life did not mean losing myself.

The mountain didn’t give me strength. It reminded me of the strength I already had.

After losing my job, I refused to lose myself.

And sometimes, the best way to remember who you are is to keep climbing.

One mountain conquered. Many more dreams to achieve.

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