At the beginning of this winter, I had only one goal - to survive ...For me, the mere thought that the summer was ending was quite enough reason for dissatisfaction. And then, the ever-present pity when the curtain came down after the last competition, and I just started to endlessly enjoy every jump...

For the first few weeks, I missed that competitive adrenaline so much that even the jump from the Sibenik bridge would not help in the times of crisis. But the first week of trainings passed, and then another, and then the whole cycle and I quickly swang into the working everyday.

Once again, I realized how nice it feels to let the roots in one place, at least for a while.

Despite my sports eccentricity, I enjoy a familiar environment and I plann for the days when I know what I can expects in every moment. Then my head rests the best, although, at the same time, I expose my body to the great efforts.

But all of those are very interesting sessions - eternal struggle for supremacy on my own court, against the ghosts of the past, the ghosts of Blanka from winter '09., '08., '07...

And every time I realize again that I set out on a violent opponent, because it is not easy to beat someone with 208 in the pocket ... That joy, which the cent less or the centimeter more brings is precious, because it means that I grow, that I can still be better.

With the completion of the preparations, my winter ends. And it was much more than the mere survival. Quiet, because I know that I gave my best, again I raise the curtain for another sports show.