“My turning point came one day in Patagonia, just moments before the start of the Raid. There, on the shores of Lago Nahuel Huapi, in the shadows of the snowcapped Andes, I recognized that the epic two-week race didn’t terrify me so much as make me feel Sisyphean. I wondered when it would all end. When would crossing the finish line of yet another superhuman test of endurance make me feel complete? A still, small voice in my head reminded me that the time I’d been happiest in my athletic life was when I was just a runner. Just a guy who laced up his shoes and ran because it felt good. That was enough.”
To Be a Runner by Martin Dugard, p. 34
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