When words are not enough

A not story about the last days…

It was friday and my friends were there to run a sky running race. Me? I was there to take pictures and enjoy the moment with them at more than 3600 meters above sea level.
As soon as I arrive to Falsa Parva I started asking myself Why didn’t I hiked up here before…
That moment when you feel there isn’t any other option than keep walking… because there isn’t option to run.
Until you realize you can run.
We may think there is only one way to do what we want. Ask someone else about the other options…
There is always one who takes care of you from the distance.
(not enough words to describe it)
There will be highs and lows. Everytime.
In some point it pays off.
Max. The winner.

All photos taken by me.

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