“There comes a time when you realise that certain distances are nothing but numbers in your head. Perhaps they’re so big they lose meaning, and trying to comprehend what it would take to cover them step by step becomes futile. Or perhaps you’ve been close before and, even though the hours blend in your mind, you’ve gained some understanding of the depth of your undertaking. ... Headlamps get turned on and I face the back of some hundred runners, all eagerly pushing against the start line. The clock turns to midnight and the pack goes off, charging into the night and towards the mountains. I’ve got the night, 85km, and 3,000m of elevation ahead of me. I’m out here because little else compares to this feeling. I push upwards because being in this world is such a privilege. I plummet downhills because having a body that allows me to do so fills me with joy. I keep moving forward because doing so is my choice, because I am in love with the wide range of emotions it exposes me to, and because it gives me the opportunity to explore. Yet it hasn’t always been like this. Ultra marathons give you plenty of time to think, and I used to sign up to them looking to suffer. I was after a real challenge. I hoped that, as the kilometres passed by under my feet and the hours accumulated, I would be broken. And I hoped that, facing every unwelcome echo sounding in my head, I’d find the strength to pull through, to overcome. I took part not for passion, but looking for the hurt...” ‘Under a Different Light’ by @CaroKyllmann continues in #LtW34 🎨 A new issue of Like the Wind means new illustrations to enjoy – this illustration is by @Steffi.Hofmann