Death to the fashion victims!

The percentage of girls in outdoor sports is very low, it’s a fact. Experts in the gender theories are well aware that even sport can become an instrument of gender manipulation; however, running is not a “female” sport. So why are there so few girls running? As the distance increases, sex, age and any other differences are reduced. The distance cuts out any social inequality: even ugly people run. Ultrarunning is based on the one and only universal assumption of suffering. Everyone is able to suffer. Fatigue is democratic, an innate principle in mankind. The point is: everyone can run. Bald men, women, people of any color, tall, short, fat and skinny: everyone can run and suffer.

Then why there are so few girls running?

Death to the fashion victims!

They are part of the problem. The ones who post their butts and tits pretending to run, all make up, with their hair done and their perfect smiles. I would like to see them running 100 miles with the cheekbones coming out, the dark circles hollowed out and the gaze lost in the void after a whole night in the mountains under the heaviest rain. Probably they would not reach the finish line and they would go in search of other breasts to suck, where there’s not much space to go beyond their physical limit. They would go back to their luxury cars books and in sports where they keep umbrellas for pilots with fishnet stockings and cameramen that frame them from below.

Fashion victims are the ones that make girls who are trying hard looking like stupid. You have been fighting for centuries and you are now being trampled by an ever increasing number of bodies that just attract brands and the whole sports world with their asses. The world of ultrarunning does not deserve the oligarchy of the vanity of beauty contests. Vanity in ultrarunning is not a value; prizes and competitions are not won by the most beautiful. It is not Miss Italia, there is no jury that can vote those who have the firmer butt and there is no vote from home. It is not even an intelligence competition and nobody cares if you want to bring peace to the world or be the killer of your own classroom. Even fools have the right to run, and maybe run faster than you. Once a priest passed me by, I’m serious. When you’re facing a 160km race everything becomes relative and even a stupid buddy could pass you smiling after 100km: I would have sold my soul to the devil to avoid that, but it happened. It is the ultra democracy.