From this perspective, everything up to 120 km was a necessary filling. 
So I was running. Night came and it was fine. I was waiting for it too. I knew that it brings a change, everything becomes quieter and more peaceful, I slow down and I can easily find objective explanations for it – in the dark, with the headlamp on your head, you can see everything much worse. There are bonfires and friendly warmth at the feeding and control points. It should be mentioned here that on the entire 100-mile route of ROUT there is one village (Prasinada at 27 km – you cross it twice, also at the end of the run) and maybe 4 km of asphalt. There are a lot of checkpoints (20) where the starting numbers are written down – even in the heart of the forest, in a complete remote area, you can find such soul mates. But there are only three real nutritional points (!) and because you run up to two twice, it gives a total number equal to 5. It’s definitely a different world – not similar to Polish Lemkowyna Race  at all. 
I thought about Lemkowyna at night, when I remembered the stories of people who had fallen asleep on the route. In the Low Beskids in Poland it is possible, because such a falling asleep competitor simply falls into the mud, which is relatively safe (although of course – he can drown). It is impossible to fall asleep here, because due to the rocky ground, each step requires full concentration, with the risk of serious injury or death caused by falling into the abyss. The rivers in the Rhodopi Mountains often flow at the bottom of ravines 20, 50 or 100 meters deep, with vertical walls, and the path at the top, along the edge, is not much larger than a runner’s foot. In such places, it is not worth closing your eyes.

Somewhere at night I crossed my magic barrier of 120 km. And what? And nothing! I have stared at the watch many times, and when this moment has come, I realized that the watch had gone a bit crazy a while ago and provided not entirely reliable information. At one point, I crossed that line, but I don’t really know exactly when it was. But what does a border mean, it is just a number, pure abstraction, and the body is governed by some unknown rules, feeling tired, experiencing crises and overcoming them. It was similar here. About 95 km, it seemed to me that I was completely exhausted and I would walk the rest of the route, and at 135 km I ran again, with joy overtaking a few competitors. Nevertheless, I was getting more and more tired. More than at other races? I don’t think so … Anyway, at one point in the middle of the night, I stopped and rested my head against a tree. I closed my eyes. The world spun instantly, everything was spinning around like I was running very fast and in all directions. With the eyes of my soul I have seen the entire route so far and what is still waiting for me. As if I could directly cover the whole world around me. It was very enjoyable. Later, I stopped in this way a few more times, recalling this unusual phenomenon.