Bonum Cursum

Every year on 11 November Poland celebrates its Independence Day, a date that holds deep meaning for every Polish heart. It marks the moment in 1918 when, after 123 years of partitions, our nation regained its sovereignty and returned to the map of Europe. For more than a century Poland had been divided among Russia, Prussia and Austria, its name erased and its people oppressed. But the spirit of the Polish nation never died.

The road to independence was long and full of sacrifice. Many great people dedicated their lives to the idea of a free Poland. Among them was Józef Piłsudski, who became a symbol of courage and leadership, guiding the nation toward freedom. There were also countless soldiers, teachers and ordinary citizens who kept the Polish language, culture and faith alive even when it was forbidden. Their strength and unity made independence possible.

Today, more than a hundred years later, Poles remember this history not only with official ceremonies but also through community and movement. One of the most beautiful traditions of 11 November is the Independence Run, events held all over the country from big cities to small villages. Thousands of people take to the streets dressed in white and red, the colors of our flag, to honor those who fought for freedom.

This year I also took part in two runs. In the morning I joined an Independence Run in a nearby town, feeling the cold November air and the excitement shared by hundreds of runners. Then in the evening I ran again in my hometown. The streets were alive, flags waving from balconies, children cheering and families clapping from the sidewalks. Everywhere you could feel the same energy, pride, gratitude and unity.

After finishing my race I went with my family to support others, standing among the crowd and cheering for those who were still running. It was more than just a sporting event; it was a moment to reflect on what freedom means, how precious it is and how many sacrifices were made so we could live in a free country.

Running on 11 November feels like running with history, every step a reminder of those who came before us, every heartbeat echoing the strength of Poland’s spirit. It is not only about speed or distance but about connection, with our past, with our people and with the land that has endured so much yet always rises again.

PS. In the past we used to go out into the streets or even travel to big cities with our families to celebrate this special day. Everyone had flags, scarves and other patriotic symbols, and the atmosphere was truly festive everywhere. Now I usually celebrate it more locally with my own family, but the feeling of pride and gratitude remains the same.