The Speed Project
When Julia asked me to come and snap photos for her and five women running from LA to LV in an unsanctioned and unsupported race, I quickly said yes. Desert, danger, minimal sleep, I was in for it all.
The team - 6 runners, 5 crew- took off at 4am from Santa Monica pier and immediately we were thrown into a new reality of chasing our runners through the streets of LA. Although we had countless prep meetings, nothing prepares for you for what it’s truly like to participate in The Speed Project.
560 kms, 46hrs, wild dogs, pitch black roads, and 3hrs of sleep: I’d do it again.
I did not know.
How was I to know.
The shifts. The sleeplessness.
An abrupt start. A rush to wait.
Repeat.
Footfalls ever forward.
Heartbeats in steady rhythm.
One two three. One two three.
Repeat.
A new routine. A quiet acceptance.
Breathing scattered, then steadied.
Days folding into nights.
In line. On time.
Repeat.
Fire in the skies. Fire in their eyes.
Sun-burned silhouettes. Sweat-filled seats.
Sirens. Deep breaths. Power line hums.
Repeat.
Exhaustion. Resolve.
The stillness of time. No finish line.
A distant memory. A present future.
Today. Tomorrow.
Repeat.