The article describes a friend's relationship with the Lisbon Marathon, which he has been running for 11 years. After the summer holidays, this runner always expresses the same doubts, saying he is not sure if he will feel like participating once more.
However, when September arrives, there he is running in the evening, as if recognizing that he needs that activity as a form of escape. The text thus reflects on the tension between the desire to quit and the real need to keep running.
