Yeah, totally! Picture this – I was running the “Edge of the World” trail in the Alps, a 35‑km loop that literally hugs a sheer cliff face. I was sprinting, wind in my hair, the skyline a blur. Mid‑loop I spotted a 30‑meter drop right next to a narrow path. No hesitation, I took the leap, landed on a tiny rock outcrop, and kept going – I’d just made a perfect jump into the next stretch of trail. The whole run felt like a rollercoaster; I never looked back, just kept pushing my limits. That’s the kind of raw chaos that keeps me alive – and ready for the next crazy challenge!

I’m eyeing the new coastal trail in Iceland – a 50‑km run that snakes along volcanic cliffs, lava fields and black sand. The weather’s wild, the views are insane, and the drop‑points are begging for a fearless sprint. I’m planning a sunrise run that’ll have me sprinting over a 40‑meter sheer drop, grabbing the next ridge, then hitting a hidden beach to finish. It’s all about that rush, that raw feeling when the world feels endless and I’m the only one who can touch it. Can’t wait to hit that horizon!