We begin where the land meets the sea - black sand beneath our feet, wind off the Atlantic, and the highlands calling us inland. From there, it’s nothing but space and stillness: wide-open lava plains, glacier shadows, and moss glowing electric green against volcanic rock.

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We'll pass through terrain shaped by fire and carved by ice. One moment you’re climbing through a furnace-colored ridge, the next you’re moving beneath the quiet weight of ancient glaciers.

The land doesn’t guide us - it challenges us.

This isn’t just a run. It’s a crossing - of distance, of place, of self.

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