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After nearly a month without proper running training and two intense weeks at an MMA camp in Dagestan, I returned to the trails at the Merrell Istanbul Ultra 15K. The race started well, but after 10K my legs began to fade, and the steep final climbs turned it into a real battle. Exhausting, painful, but exactly the reset I needed to start running again.
By the final days of my Dagestan MMA camp, the intense training rhythm had become my new normal. Between wrestling, grappling and new friendships, I realised the hardest part might not be adapting to Dagestan — but adapting back to normal life.
Somewhere between sparring, an injury, Sulak Canyon and unexpected friendships, Dagestan became more than an MMA camp. With less internet and less noise, I started enjoying the simple rhythm of training, exploring and being alone with myself.
Two intense days of kickboxing, sparring, grappling and wrestling in Dagestan brought back my old Muay Thai instincts — while pushing my body close to its limits.
A rest day from my Dagestan MMA camp turned into a journey to Terekli-Mekteb and an unexpected connection with Nogai culture, hospitality and a place that somehow felt familiar.
The second day ç was one of those days that reminded me exactly why I came here. I woke up around 7 AM and had a simple breakfast: oats, kefir, honey, and walnuts. Enough fuel for what was waiting for us. At 10, Arsen picked us up. We headed toward Eagles Gym and from there drove to Tarki-Tau for our running session. No Warm-Up. Just Run. I’m used to the usual runner routine. Get out of the car. Warm up. Move around a little. Maybe start with an easy jog. Not here. We got out of the car and...
I arrived in Makhachkala late on the night of August 13 to join Dagestan MMA Training Camp (https://dagestantrainingcamp.com/) Salman and Arsen are our hosts. The airport was small, quiet, and unfamiliar. Arsen was supposed to pick me up, but my phone had no internet connection and I couldn’t connect to the airport Wi-Fi. I had no way of reaching him, so all I could do was wait. Almost two hours later, we finally found each other outside the airport. Communication was not easy. Arsen doesn’t...
People often assume the hardest battles happen on race day. The cold water before sunrise. The burning legs during the final kilometers of a run. The endless intervals that nobody sees. They're wrong. The hardest battles are usually invisible. They happen in ordinary mornings, when life feels uncertain but the alarm still rings at 5:30 a.m. They happen when motivation disappears, yet your running shoes are still waiting by the door. For years, I believed endurance was something you built...
Summer weekends have a rhythm of their own. The pace of life slows down, but my training doesn’t. If anything, it becomes more enjoyable. Escaping to my summer house gives me something I can’t find in the city—quiet roads, open water, and the freedom to combine different disciplines in a way that feels completely natural. This weekend was a perfect example of why I look forward to these short escapes all year. Just before the start The pool is where I build technique, consistency, and speed....
“There’s nothing more dangerous than a man who is rebuilding himself and chasing his prime.” At first glance, this quote might sound like it’s about becoming a threat to others. But I believe its true meaning is something entirely different. The real danger lies in becoming someone who no longer makes excuses, who steps outside their comfort zone, and who wakes up every day determined to be better than they were yesterday. For me, that journey didn’t begin in the gym or in the swimming pool....
On July 20, at Spargelhof Klaistow near Potsdam, I took on the Spartan Berlin Trifecta. I opened with Beast, planning to finish one race...
I signed up for the 33K category of the Gökçeada UltraTrail not to chase a podium or clock a fast finish, but to train my mind and body...
What started as a business trip became a personal challenge. Between the Chelsea–Man Utd match and an early morning race in Queen Elizabeth Park, I found a new rhythm in London.
After a six-month recovery from a serious ankle injury, I returned to racing at the 2025 Istanbul Half Marathon 10K. A strong finish, a fresh start.
From completing Spartan Beast to an unexpected injury in the Super race, this is my story of resilience, grit, and finding strength through.
