"Running is a spiritual odyssey disguised as an athletic adventure."
Join the EvolutionWe are ORCs. We looked at the modern world—the pills, the bottle, the comfort, the sedation—and we chose pain.
An ORC is what remains when you strip away the addiction to pleasure. We are the sober. The relentless. The evolved.
Drugs/Alcohol
Discomfort
We have poured out the poison and drank the distance. We traded the needle, powder, flower and bottle for the trail. We murdered the hedonist so the runner could be born.
Our church has no walls; our altar is the horizon. We worship the Great Out Doors. We seek communion in the rain, the mud, and the silence of the trees.
We are the guardians of the dirt. We tread lightly on holy ground. We protect the wild places, for they are the only places that understand us.
The mountain does not care who you were. The mile strips us naked. We possess no vanity, for we know we are but small flesh against the vast earth.
A strong body carrying a broken spirit is a tomb. We sharpen the psyche as we harden the flesh. We run to heal the wounds that eyes cannot see.
We have ran through hell, so we offer a smile to those we pass. We spread joy as a defiance against the darkness. We greet the stranger, for we are all suffering.
The road is long and dark, but you are never alone. We are here for you.