The Discipline Begins
I started taking the gym seriously. Not just showing up — really training. Bulking phases, shredding phases, pushing heavier, pulling harder, always chasing the next challenge. For the first time, I felt what consistency could do to both body and mind.
The First Half-Marathon
I kept building my discipline in the gym, but something was missing — water. I went back to swimming once a week, reconnecting with a sport that had always been part of me. Then my coach suggested something unexpected: a half-marathon. I had never run one before, but the idea stuck. For six months I followed a structured plan — running three times a week and lifting twice — through the dark, cold German winter.
My mom was battling leukemia. I ran my very first half-marathon in her honor. She was already very tired.
Loss
Mom couldn't go on. She was tired. She left us in November.
The Leap into Triathlon
Losing my mom changed how I see time. It pushed me to stop waiting. I had been thinking about triathlon for a while — and in 2024 I finally jumped in. Training suddenly had three disciplines, three rhythms, three new ways to grow.
"It was insanely fantastic. A milestone. I wanted more."
The Fire Gets Real
Triathlon stopped being just a passion and became my highest priority. Training gave structure to a year still shaped by grief — something solid to hold on to.
Unstoppable
My jump at the finish line replaced any caption. I always cry — there's so much hard work behind every race.
The First Half-Ironman
35°C. Dehydration from km 50 on the bike. Headache, nausea. Quitting crossed my mind — but was never an option.
The Road to Nice
70.3 Brasilia — qualification race. Back in my country, close to family. Then: Ironman World Championship Nice. Every session, every race, every early morning leads in that direction.