It is funny how the mountain plays with your emotions. You can be cursing all you want, be at the point of quitting everything and half an hour later it can be the best day of your life…
It is 11 pm and 42°C outside. My AC just broke again. The Logistician is coming to fix it tomorrow but I will have to spend the whole night under a fan hoping I won’t drown in my sweat.
There is no light in the room, it is still very dark and I can hear the chanting of the morning prayer “Allaaaaah Akbar”. What time is it ? I look at my wrist where lays a watch too big for me.
The river was a few meters away and they would fall in it unless they managed to get back on the road. Alex jumped on the rocks and Pierre on the road. Raphaël was alone in the rickshaw when…
Basically my friends and I will drive 3 500 Kilometers from Shillong, a town near the Himalayas to Cochin, in the very south of India…
And so, my faith was sealed. I had raised more funds than my goal and I had met with Scott Jurek,
You need that minimum of physical preparation in order to have you mind fight for something that is not a lost and vain attempt that will ultimately finish in an orgy of injuries.
probably the best thing to do in Vietnam if you are a trail runner or a mountain lover. To climb Mount Fansipan, the highest summit..
“What, you pooped on my rocks ? Here I crush you small insignificant human piece of shit!”
Maybe ignoring them is just what they need. Dismissal, pure and simple. Or perhaps the real benefit of running isn’t physical, but spiritual