“Think about all the evil in the world, all the hatred, and imagine yourself running against the forces of darkness, the evil wall that was trying to keep us from our best.” Chris McCandless
I am no Alexander Supertramp
I will not give all my savings to charity
I can not abandon my car and most of my possessions
I will not burn all the cash in my wallet
However different it seems that Chris “Alexander Supertramp” McCandless might be, there is one thing we have in common; running can be compared to an intensely spiritual exercise verging on religion. Hours on the road has provided ample time to allow thoughts to unfold, diatribes to be dissected, and reflections to be considered. I like to think of running as my weekly confessional, self talk therapy, and self medication that is as equally effective as sitting in a pew listening to a diatribe. And although I don’t stick my thumb out or walk off the map, there are times out on the road that I do feel like I have run into the wild.