Shoes are good. They protect as from those sharp rocks in the middle of the trails we love. Shoes are like airplanes and computers, part of the human progress, an advantage. I use them and love a couple of them but, nevertheless, they are like trojan horses, they betray you, they make weak, they lie to you by making you believe that you are strong. And even worse, they separate you from mother earth and leave you running all by yourself and the junk you eat.

I have competed for a while. I have intended to go faster and farther as any other runner out there. I will probably even compete in the future –because it´s fun- but deep inside my heart, I find no motivation in it. I have discovered something strange in the trails and the mysterious sounds of the river and the birds. Something as wired as a life I can´t see behind the woods. I have been touched by a spirit that the ancient runners of our kind knew quiet well. This touch has left me with a feeling of happiness difficult to describe. And it´s out there, it´s waiting for you too.