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The second day was one of my best in the mountains ever. A lot of power, perfect conditions, beautiful views... everything went smooth. We didn't have enough time to extend our trip to the border trail, but nevertheless - it was just great day. And the sunset there above the summits - pure pleasure.

No matter it was cold, we had to go back with headlamps, part of the trail was quite hard with deep snow. In such moments it doesn't count, the more important is what you can do and to the which level you'll manage to keep going further.

I have no idea what happened on this particular day that I had so much power and good tempo (50% better than day before - I have no idea why - the same trail, the same me :D). And I'm writing here so long story just to keep that feeling with me a bit longer. This very moment when you trust your muscles, your heart leads you up and your lungs befriends the air. The feeling when you're connected with mother Earth and you are able to overcome any difficulties.

The worse thing is that it lasted only on this day. The next one wasn't so good. And I know I have to change something in my head to keep that for ever. It was just the idea to go up and see all this beautiful world. And to try to go further. The aim - something that I miss so much recently among all the duties and responsibilities.