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Why breaking away Breaking away belongs to us in the same way our skin, our personality and our smell belongs to us. We run away from our memories, from a love story, from betrayal, from grief. We run away from the beauty and from bad, we run away because of fear or because of bravery but everyone, at least just once in a lifetime, has tried to escape. When you try to escape you are forced to look back in order not to forget where everything started, to defend yourself from those who try to catch you and to reunite with you. You can even hear their voices “Where are you going? What are you doing? Stay here, stop running away, you will never make it”. These are the voices of those who tried to run away before you, but couldn’t make it, these are the voices of envy, the voices of fear, the fear that someone might make it. The fear that you might make it.

When you feel chased, you have a lot of time to think. You can even feel the sound of your thoughts like steps of someone trying to catch you, to put his hand on your shoulder in order to pull you back and then maybe hug you, like what is usually done for losers. This happens in the ring, when the winner hugs the loser because the hug is not comfort, it’s surrender.

And while you feel chased you are forced to look forward toward your goal, toward what you fled for, toward your dream. Because the escape is this, one look back and one look forward, between ups and downs, between euphoria and discouragement. You will never know if you achieve the feat because the escape never gives you clear answers. The escape is both light and darkness. It is a mystery, uncertainty, doubt and if there isn’t all this, it means it is not a real escape. You already know they will catch you; you already know this is just an attempt.

With escapes you can’t lie. it immediately realizes if you are serious or if you are just kidding. Your escape knows it, others know it, but most importantly you know it. You can even try to lie to yourself when you start to lose strength, slowly but gradually. Here you think “It’s just a moment, now I will recover” but actually you know you have already lost.

But one thing is certain: History has handed down to us some great escapes, but history is made up of the many little getaways of men and women with no name, without a face, sometimes even without hope.

Cycling’s history is rich in great breakaways, all alone or with peloton, breakaways which for their pro39