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I haven’t really explained what happened in France yet.

So here it is.

We started in Chamonix with one objective: keep moving until we reached Marseille.

This wasn’t a normal race.

No perfectly controlled course. No comfortable routine.

Just a team, a van, some shoes, and hundreds of miles between where we started and where we needed to finish.

Chamonix → Marseille.

289 miles as a team.
36,750+ ft of climbing.
47 hours.

France looked beautiful from the pictures.

Our legs had a slightly different opinion. 😂

My piece of the journey:

65 miles.
11 hours of movement.
10,600+ ft of climbing.
2 days.

Probably one of the most unique running experiences of my life.

At some point the numbers stop meaning much.

You’re tired. Your body hurts. You don’t know exactly when you’re running again.

And then somebody tells you it’s your turn.

So you move.

This is what I mean when I say move with intent.

Not everything needs to make sense to everybody else.

Sometimes you just have to believe in what you’re doing long enough for your life to start reflecting it.

A few years ago I was simply documenting hikes and runs because I loved being outside.

Now running has taken me across the world.

That still doesn’t fully register.

And this might be my favorite part of all of it.

The people.

New friendships. New countries. New opportunities. Same love for movement.

Thank you to @thespeedproject , the entire team, and @altrarunning for letting me experience something I’ll remember forever.

A story I’ll probably be telling for the rest of my life.

Grateful is an understatement.

I’ve learned that when you genuinely stand for something, keep showing up, and stop letting other people’s idea of who you’re supposed to be control you…

some very unexpected doors start opening.

This one opened in Chamonix.

I have a feeling we’re just getting started.

END THE STIGMA.