By the early morning, I picked up Beto for doing some laps at the university wall. He truncated my inspiration when I was beginning my 2nd lap. He told me that we needed to hurry up since he had to come back to his “duties”…
If my current record at climbing half of the wall (200 meters) was 9:55, I surely came close to break it (or even smashed it). All I can remember was that Demonoid song that began playing in that precise moment and haven’t finished yet when I came out of the wall. Too bad that I don’t carry a stopwatch anymore… 
After brewing some coffee and donuts in Coyoacán, I dropped Beto at his place and went to Fer’s to see if she wanted to go running with me. She was there, but wasn’t available. She had some family “duties” to do and I was beginning to feel the weekend rush again… 
I came home and switched clothing, shoes, music, took the camera and refilled the water bottle. I ate some bread and a banana as lunch, then left home. I was determined to do something interesting for the rest of the afternoon. My mind instantly focused on the route to Villa Alpina, it was the perfect choice. I headed to Paseos del Bosque and by 2:45 p.m. I started running from the very beginning of the route.
I took things slowly but very psyched. While running, I looked for some good spots for shooting photographs. Half hour later I was on the trail behind the stables. Everything was going smoothly…
I did a small variation from our original route by continuing in the dirtroad once passed the Chamapa-Lechería highway. That variation took me to the small chapel and even though the dirtroad uphill required some technique, it allowed me to avoid the 3rd mega-uphill inside the woods. 
The view was spectacular. The city sky was so clear that it was possible to see the beautiful volcanoes in the background. Once at the chapel, I continued with the well-known route to the viewpoint after the waterfall and slippery uphill. It was around 4:30 p.m. by then…
I was so happy with the effort that I decided to call it “a day” and turned back down. I was beginning to feel dehydrated and the weather was getting “fresh”. I was also feeling hungry.
I didn’t want to hurt my knees on the descent, so I went down slowly. The moon was starting to rise over the horizon, so I tried to enjoy most of the view instead of running down like some crazy animal. Once passed the graveyard, I went again into the woods to avoid most of the pavement from the downhill route. I arrived to the car by 5:45 p.m.
After this 20 km roundtrip, I was very tired, thirsty and hungry. I did some stretching, changed my shirt and drove back home. I started to feel very sentimental. The effort and the loneliness put me in that strange state. I stopped by Cova’s place to see how he was from his twisted wrist and (why not accept it?) to give him a big hug. He laughed at me and offered me some chocolate cookies… 
Once at home, I took a bath and had a giant breakfast-lunch-dinner. The day was “really” intense and now I begin to feel so sleepy… 
vader – the nomad
another land, another see
the road that never ceases
to lie ahead and beckon still
though legs and feet are weary
another woman, another man
the lust that never ceases
to fill the greed for pain and revel
though body yield for fatigue
another me, yet still the same
another me, yet you will know me
another me, yet i have never left
another me to find the way back home
another grail, another god
the quest that never ceases
to quench the yearning for the aleph
though mind and soul are tired
another life, another death
the circle that never breaks
to stop this journey set for me
by no-one but myself…
