My plan is as simple as the region’s terrain. Leave at dawn to avoid the heat, run in a straight line heading east, avoid obstacles along my path, and turn around after about 30 minutes to return to my sleeping family. I stick to the plan without deviating. But at what price?
In theory, running (almost) every day is the perfect recipe for wearing yourself out, right? Well, three and a half years on, with 18,000 km on the clicker from 1,400 runs, I’m doing rather well, thank you.
“Uh… seems strange but I’m really not sure. I’ll pay closer attention on my next run and get back to you.”
Every day, I choose a different world. The best thing about it is that I never know where I’ll end up when I launch myself into space. I drift along with consistently renewed impatience, watching for any surprise my daily exploration might hold in store.
Montreal, winter 2015: the Jacques Cartier bridge is closed, completely blocked. Under the bridge, the Saint Lawrence is frozen solid…