It was like reality had broken in, in a horrific explosion of fear and pain, but once the racket had gotten quieter, I started realizing that I was still alive. And, for some reason, as time went by, life started looking better, brighter and fuller than before the blast.
– Whitest Fly
Running, mindfulness and life lessons

I love running. It’s a passion I stumbled upon when I was a child, almost casually, by mindlessly following some schoolmates of mine, the way you do it when you’re 9 years old and, even though you still haven’t figured it out consciously, all you want is to feel like you’re part of a team. I wound up taking it way more seriously than the friends I followed there – the way I always do – so I quickly moved to the competitive level, entered the track and field team and stayed there for 5 or 6 years. Those running…