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Adrenaline or endorphins? 🤔🔥
Which one keeps you coming back to the mountains?
#FullGazz 🚀 by @volletgreg

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2 months ago

What. A. Week. ❤️

Watching the athletes I coach push their limits and deliver such incredible performances is hard to put into words.

🏆 @floreamadalina7 claimed victory at the Golden Trail World Series in Canada after an unforgettable battle with Caroline Kimutai. One of those races you’ll remember for a long time.

🏆 @yaomiao1 ran away with the 100K at Val d’Aran, taking a brilliant solo victory from start to finish.

🥈 @madalina.amariei28 surprised everyone with an outstanding second place in the Val d’Aran 50K, finishing just behind Sara Alonso and proving once again that she belongs among the very best.

⚡ @damian._bogdan won the Downhill Segment, finished second in the Sprint Segment at the GTWS Québec Mega Trail, and fought his way to 13th place overall.

It’s impossible not to feel proud of these athletes. Behind every result are countless hours of training, sacrifices, doubts, consistency, and an unwavering commitment to becoming better every single day.

The season is far from over. More races are coming, and more athletes are getting ready for their own adventure.

More to come with my rockets 😉🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀
FULL GAZZ

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@goldentrailseries @aranbyutmb by @volletgreg

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The kind of days when even you don’t know what’s going on inside your own head. 🤣

Credits 🎬 Cameraman & stylist: @marie_nivet 😁
#womanmodeactivated
@scottrunning by @volletgreg

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3 months ago

Following my post about Megan Kimmel, I received dozens of private messages from former athletes.

Many of them shared something I wasn’t expecting.

Not stories about racing, injuries, or results.

They spoke about what happened after their careers ended.

Several mentioned depression.

Others told me they still struggle years after retirement.

Some said they no longer know where they belong.

Others admitted they still don’t know what they want to do with their lives.

It made me realize how little we talk about one of the biggest challenges in sport: the transition out of it.

For years, athletes dedicate their lives to a goal, an identity, a community, and a purpose.

Every day has a direction.

Every season has an objective.

Every sacrifice has a reason.

Then one day, it ends.

The races continue.

The sport moves on.

And many are left trying to answer a difficult question:

Who am I when I am no longer an athlete?

I don’t think this is a trail running problem.

I think it’s a sport problem.

And perhaps it’s time we started talking about it more openly.

If you’ve experienced this transition yourself, I’d be interested to hear your story.

Video : @koastalforest Salomon Running Camp Madeira 2018 by @volletgreg

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3 months ago

Last week, the trail running community lost @megan.kimmel

I first met Megan when I recruited her to the Salomon International Team in 2015. She quickly became one of the most successful athletes in our sport, collecting victories at races such as Marathon du Mont-Blanc, Pikes Peak Marathon, Dolomyths Run, Broken Arrow Skyrace, Limone Skyrace, The Rut and Matterhorn Ultraks, while also finishing second at Sierre-Zinal.

But what I remember most is not the results.

Megan was one of those people who always seemed to have a smile on her face. She was humble, kind, dedicated and deeply respectful of everyone around her. She never sought the spotlight, even when she was winning some of the biggest races in the world.

I remember one conversation before a race. She told me she had slept badly, that she felt stressed and unsettled. I was surprised because from the outside, nothing showed. She looked exactly as she always did: calm, focused and composed.

That conversation has stayed with me.

As athletes, coaches, managers or fans, we often see only what is visible. The performances. The smiles. The race results. The social media posts. We rarely see the battles taking place underneath.

Megan was a very private person, and I won’t pretend to know everything she was going through. But her passing is a painful reminder that we never truly know what someone is carrying inside.

It is also a reminder that the transition away from elite sport can be incredibly challenging. For years, athletes dedicate their lives to a goal, a routine, an identity and a community. Then one day, the races continue without them. The crowds move on. The spotlight fades. Finding a new purpose can be harder than many of us realize.

Today, more than anything, I want to remember Megan for the person she was: a remarkable athlete, a fierce competitor, and an exceptionally kind human being.

Rest in peace, Megan. You left a mark on our sport that will not be forgotten. by @volletgreg

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3 months ago

📣 𝐸́𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 avec le fondateur des @goldentrailseries, Grégory Vollet (🇫🇷) à la veille de la mythique course de Zegama-Aizkorri ! 🙆‍♂️ Fonctionnement, récompenses et nouveautés de la saison 2026 → il nous dit TOUT ! ⬆️ taken in Zegama by @volletgreg

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My Monday Trail Story – @remi_bonnet at Lantau 2 Peaks

At the end of 2014, Rémi Bonnet was still just a kid, but there was already something different about him, something you couldn’t really explain but could immediately feel when watching him move, a kind of natural ease, almost unsettling, that already hinted at what he could become, even if he wasn’t fully aware of it himself.

In winter, he was flying in ski mountaineering, and in summer, he would line up at a few vertical kilometer races, more out of curiosity than real ambition, because at that time trail running was not yet his priority, and I clearly remember having to push him, almost convince him, to join the Salomon Running Academy, as if he hadn’t yet realized that he was about to take a major step forward.

Then everything happened very quickly, almost naturally, I recruited him into the international team, and we started traveling across the world, discovering completely different playgrounds, from the United States to Hong Kong, until we reached what would become a legendary race for everyone who experienced it: Lantau 2 Peaks edition 2015.
That day, the conditions were simply unreal, and even before the start, the atmosphere was already surreal, as the rain was so intense that all the athletes had taken shelter inside a shopping mall, running through the corridors, going up and down escalators in reverse just to warm up, as if we were trying to delay the inevitable while outside the mountain was already turning into chaos.

And yet, the race started.

From the very first meters, the trail had disappeared, the steps were covered in water and turned into streams, and every single step became a risk, a constant fight to stay balanced and move forward without slipping, without falling, without being carried away. Rémi immediately took the lead, with that mix of innocence and intensity that defines him, setting a pace no one could follow, and within just a few minutes he had disappeared, swallowed by the mountain and the storm.
👉 The rest in the comments
📷 @iancorlessphotography @jsaragossa taken in Hong Kong by @volletgreg

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6 months ago

My Monday story about trail running.
I want to tell you about someone who lives at 2,700 meters altitude, in Colorado, in Crested Butte, one of the birthplaces of mountain biking.
In this small town, there is a very special school teacher.
She is small. Her calves are bigger than her thighs. She often wears oversized clothes. And she carries a huge smile all day long.
Her passion? Running.
Her name is @steviekremer
She has won @zegamaaizkorri , @marathondumontblanc , @pikespeakmarathon (twice), @sierrezinal_officiel … and many more.
And yet, running was never her priority.
Her priority was always her classroom.
She didn’t want to miss a single day with her kids.
So she created her own way of racing: Flight on Saturday morning from Colorado. Arrival in Europe on Saturday evening. Race on Sunday, often winning. Flight back on Sunday afternoon.
And Monday morning… she was back in class.
When she came to win the Marathon du Mont-Blanc, she stayed less than 24 hours in Europe.
I once asked her: “How do you do it? After an intercontinental flight, I feel terrible.”
She smiled and said: “Yes… but I’m small. Even in economy, it feels like first class.”
She was always stressed before races.
And at the same time, she would say: “I’ll just do the best I can today.”
No ego. No pressure. Just honesty.
And one day, she told me something I will never forget:
“I want to be a great runner… but I would love to become a wonderful teacher.”
And somehow, that’s exactly why she became both.
📷 @iancorlessphotography by @volletgreg

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My Monday Story @yaomiao1
Sometimes a race result tells only a small part of the story.
In 2019, Miao Yao arrived at UTMB as one of the strongest Chinese trail runners in the world.
But to understand that moment, you have to go a little further back.
Miao grew up in China, in a culture where trail running barely existed fifteen years ago. When she discovered mountain running, it wasn’t part of a big system. There were no professional teams, no real structure, no clear path to the world stage. Only curiosity. And a huge amount of determination.
When she started racing internationally, everything was new. The distance, the mountains, the culture of trail running in Europe. Every race was a discovery. But little by little, she began to show something special.
Strength. Consistency. And a quiet determination that never made much noise.
In 2018, Miao Yao did something historic. She won the CCC, the 100 km race of UTMB. For Chinese trail running, it was a huge moment. At that time, very few Chinese athletes had reached the top of such iconic races in Europe. And suddenly, there was Miao, crossing the line first.
But what many people don’t know is how close she came to disaster the following year. In 2019, she came back to compete the UTMB with big ambitions. The race was going well until I found her at La Fouly.
When she arrived at the aid station, she looked at me and show me that she couldn’t see properly anymore. Everything was blurry.
I asked her to look at me. Her eyes shocked me.
The retinas were no longer deep black. They looked grey… cloudy… almost frozen. And yet, she kept repeating the same thing: “I want to continue.”
To me, it felt completely insane. I called the race doctor immediately to get a medical opinion. After crossing Grand Col Ferret in a freezing night, with brutal wind and cold, something had happened that I had never heard of before. Her retinas had literally been frozen by the cold.
And still, Miao wanted to continue.
👉 The rest in the comments taken in Chamonix Mont-Blanc, France by @volletgreg

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7 months ago

From a boy who grew up between skis and summits to an athlete capable of making Kilian tremble.

In 2015, @davidemagnini was 17 years old.
He was invited to the Salomon Running Academy. At that time, he was winning almost every ski mountaineering race in the junior category. In the summer, he ran in the mountains to prepare for winter. Trail running was simply a training tool. But @andrea_callera , my Country Manager in Italy at that time, insisted that he should come.
Davide was one of the youngest at the Academy. Already highly professional. Deeply committed. Remarkably mature.

He grew up in the northeast of Italy. His parents own a sports shop: ski rentals in winter, bike rentals in summer. For him, the mountains were never a backdrop. They were home. His father introduced him early to alpinism, climbing, skiing. He fell in love with high mountains. He climbed them whenever he could, on foot, on skis, by bike, with his hands on rock. He excelled in everything. But ski mountaineering attracted him more than anything else. On the climbs, he could express pure physical power. And on the descents, it wasn’t just about technique, it was about emotion. Speed. Commitment. That almost animal sensation of being completely alive.

After that Running Academy, I saw his potential. Huge. But I knew I had to be patient. Trail running was not his priority.
To show him something beyond pure performance, I decided to take him to the United States. Colorado. Montana. Yellowstone. And especially… the Grand Tetons. One day, under a clear blue sky, we decided to go for the summit. We started simply, saying, “We just follow the trail.”
But the trail disappeared. Ice still covered the slabs. The ascent became more serious than expected. When it was time to start climbing to continue upward, the group turned back. Except Davide.
He looked at the summit. He wanted to go.
I couldn’t leave him alone. So I followed. We searched for passages. Slipped a little. Found cracks in the rock. Moved forward by instinct. But as often in the mountains, going down is harder than going up.
👉 The rest in the comment
📸 @martiskka taken in Grand Teton National Park by @volletgreg

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7 months ago

Today, I’m not going to talk about a person.
I’m going to talk about a sport… and a big mystery: how a “ski school” format became Olympic.

Ski mountaineering, at its core, is simple:
you first learn the safety rules, then how to put on your skins, how to climb, how to carry your skis on your backpack when the terrain becomes chaotic, how to move through fresh snow, how to remove your skins… and then ski back down.

A mountain sport.
With wind, cold, mistakes, and moments when you question your decisions.

And then you watch the Olympic version…
and you realize that ski mountaineering has turned into a Cannes Film Festival sport.
Stairs (all that’s missing is the red carpet). Ramps. Perfect scenery. A stadium.
The mountain? It’s “off-camera.” It must have missed the invitation.

Honestly, I suggest we go all the way and upgrade the format for the next Olympics:

Mandatory crampons once the stairs stop

Water jets on the course to ice everything up and ski crampons under the skis to keep climbing.

At the summit, if you’re carrying a backpack anyway: avalanche transceiver, shovel, probe… and a beacon search.

And most importantly: a roped team race. Because in mountaineering, when one is falling, you quickly discover how much you really like your partner.

Let’s not forget that in ski mountaineering, there is one essential word: MOUNTAINEERING.

Tell me: in what you saw, was there even a hint of mountain?
A small rock? Something slightly intimidating?
Or just grandstands and influencers in puffer jackets?

The IOC has won again: another outdoor sport… brought in a stadium, and everyone congratulates each other. Bravo. Magnificent. “So inspiring.”

After seeing certain “up & down” trail formats with kilometers of asphalt that can easily be filmed from a car or a quad…
how do you see the development of trail running?

A mountain sport… without the mountain?
📸 Media press by @volletgreg

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7 months ago

Last Monday, we rode our bikes all the way down to the bottom of the valley.
25 km of downhill, 1,300 meters of elevation loss, knowing that everything we descended we would have to climb back up.

When we reached the bottom, we turned around. Just before starting the climb, we stopped in front of a school.

We looked at each other.
No words needed.
We both knew: let’s go.

We walked into the schoolyard with our bikes, and suddenly voices started shouting from everywhere:
“Muzungu! Muzungu!”
The word they call out whenever they see a white person.

The teachers came out of their classrooms, smiling and surprised, and invited us to visit the school.

The tour was quick… because the school is simple: eight classrooms separated by metal sheets.
And yet, with every door we opened, the emotion grew stronger.

Inside: almost nothing.
A few plastic chairs sometimes not enough.
A blackboard painted directly onto the wall.
And most of all: silent children, focused, eyes wide open, listening carefully to every word from their teacher.

The school welcomes students up to 10 years old.
And despite the lack of resources, what struck us was their level their handwriting, their attention, their education.
There was something powerful and beautiful in their discipline… in their hunger to learn.

We asked the teachers:
“What do you need most? How can we help?”

The first answer left us speechless:
“Chairs.”

Not a computer. Not a screen.
Chairs.

The rest in the comment ….➡️ taken in Iten : the Home of Champions by @volletgreg

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