Warm rock under your feet, ocean to the horizon – the best place to grow. Being in warm wonderful places, I always think about how it would be great to live in such a place… If I was born between these mountains, I might not have understood. But with over 40 years of rainy winters behind, every sunny morning is a miracle. I pray that I will never stop admiring the beauty I see while traveling.
Being in Fuerteventura, I loved running on a mountain to ventilate my head. Once in the middle of the mountain, another runner overtook me. I tried to chase briefly, but quickly suffocated and slowed down again. I am not used to running in the mountains.
I already knew that I would not be the fastest in the world: there would always be faster, better and smarter than me, so what now? Nothing special – just to live as always, to run the way I like most.
Because in life, it’s not the champion’s medal that matters, but the exciting journey.
Do you live in a mountainous area?