The race starts off with a pleasant little stroll through Italy and a quick 2500-meter climb, before heading over to Switzerland and a visit to La Fouly at the foot of the Tour Noir in the Mont Blanc massif. About half-way into the race, it’s time to visit France and the Vallons des Chezerys with its incredible scenery. In fact, all these places are probably the most breathtaking locations in the world. If you’d visit them in a normal way like on a two-week holiday. Instead, you’re forced to take in the astonishing views and impressions between inhales and dizziness caused by hypoxia.
For 13 hours we try to keep up with Rémi by car, until the constant change of cell phone operators is the only indicator of which country we’ve entered. During this, we are taken through all sick, twisted stages of a live re-enactment of a Devine comedy.
It is this Dantesque journey that makes these Ultra-endurance races almost mythological. They are in a clearly theatrical way, divided up in acts. Both for spectators as well as stage “performers”. This acting on the other hand is indeed towards an internal audience. There’s no better drama than finding out your own potentials, limitations or even insides.
At the finish line, Rémi looks surprisingly fresh. But his tormented poor foot soles and inability to stand straight tells a different story. Each hindrance is a poem about the visits to all these different places of running. Inferno, Purgatorio and Paradiso.