It is surreal being back in Gothenburg after 9 days in the deep desert of northwestern Africa and 5 days in the magical city of Marrakesh in Morroco. Nothing has changed in Gothenburg, but we have been altered. It feel like we have conquered the desert, but we know that the desert simply allowed us to live, because we played by it’s rules.
It is bewildering to look at people on the street and realize that they don’t have the faintest idea and probably little interest in the fact that the 28h Marathon des Sables has been concluded. Then again, I believe that for most of us it’s a competition with ourselves and our mental roadblocks.
The adventure left us with deep impressions and has to some degree altered us. To distill this into a sentence or two is hard, but in a 1972 interview the American boxer Muhammad Ali nailed it, even though bluntly: “Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.