Even before my early 20’s I was spending part of my energy – at that time there was a lot- doing alone some fitness sessions, with the help of Jane Fonda’s workout in front of a TV set. In addition to that, I was passing some more time on a field’s track next to my neighborhood in Montenegro, Bar. That was off course long long time ago.
Before the end of my third decade I moved to Greece while a few months before my 40’s I bought my first camera. By reaching 45 I had joined a mountaineering club and one year later I was getting my certificates for attending both mountaineering and climbing schools.
There is no doubt that through all my life I was doing things the other way around, I was doing things against my growing up process. The attitude was always in a completely contrast with my age. I started doing things a bit late – Ι really feel sorry for that- and I did a lot but I had never tried to run. I believed that years had passed without return and I had lost any opportunity for this kind of sport. Most probably I was ignoring, on purpose, the expression that was first recorded in Charles Dickens’s Pickwick Papers (1837) “never say never”. In 2015 I celebrated my 48 th birthday…I attempted to run 5 months later…
