Run Up Wild

"In the beginning of time, of gold was the race of men on earth." The Iliad

First of all, a word of appreciation for my family: without them, none of this would be possible. Then, another word of appreciation for everyone who supported me and followed me throughout these fantastic hours: believe me, I carry you with me in my soul.

Why do I run? It's all in the imagination. None of this is real. Running 170 km in the mountains adds nothing to my destiny. It doesn’t change the order of things. I don’t create new universes, I don’t save humanity, I don’t achieve immortality. I remain immersed in the Human Condition. The Cosmos continues to be an improbable place, without justification or appeal. Particles and force fields continue to spring from the vacuum and interact just because. Species battle one another because it’s in their nature. This planet marches toward oblivion. My existence, our existence, is nothing more than a fleeting blink of an eye in an empty space-time. There is no redemption, no salvation. Yet an adventure like this gives me the strength to carry on for at least another year. To overcome the petty difficulties of daily life. The little irritations, the tedium of repetitive gestures. The inexorable path toward decay becomes gentler. The moments become richer, more colorful, and vivid. While...

“How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man?” -           Bob Dylan

“L'esprit avance sur le chemin de la douleur”            Dominique Simoncini

“All this has already happened and will happen again”  - Battlestar Galactica