Like the Wind Storytelling
Down from this Cloud
The UTMB tells a different story for every one of the 2,000 runners who toe its start line on the Friday night of one of the busiest, but most incredible weekends in Chamonix.
Join the Dots
Early Saturday morning. Very early. I’ve carted a supply of cheese-and-pickle sandwiches from France, through Italy, on into Switzerland and am finally taking the remains back towards France.
Nuits Blanches
“Nuits blanches”, the title of Alexis Berg’s magical new mini-documentary about the night-time periods of the UTMB, directly translates into English as “white nights”.
A Ring Around Mont Blanc
I handed Dom the small piece of red ribbon, clipped from the signature bracelet they affix to all starters of the Ultra Trail du Mont Blanc, and asked him to kiss it. I needed him to know we were in this together.
The Story Behind the Brand: Janji
Janji is a Boston, MA based running brand that aims to create great looking and extremely functional running apparel that not only becomes their customers’ favourite, but also has a positive impact on the world.
Reinhard Kleist: An Olympic Dream
Samia Yusuf Omar was born in Somalia in 1991, the first of six children. Born into poverty and part of one of the country’s minority ethnic groups, Samia had to overcome many barriers on the way to becoming an athlete.
LtW & Alexis Berg: Running Through History
Through the foothills of the Himalayas and around some of China’s most biodiverse forests, a new ultra race burst on to the racing calendar at the end of 2016. With the backing of the Badwater brand, competitors knew the 168km event was never going to be easy…
“Artists in Residences”: a fund for LtW visual artists
Like the Wind is a project born of love. At its core is the love of a simple act of putting one foot in front of another. Whether on the road, trail or track, we love running. And that is why we run.
Gavin Boyter: Border Crossings
A stern and professionally displeased border patrol officer shook his head at my proffered British passport and sent me back the way I’d run. “No Schengen,” he insisted.