April 17, 2013 

The race evokes primal movements of every human being ….

But it is a fallacy! Up to 150 years before the use of plastics in the shoes, the ride was punctuated with steps, even barefoot. The very concept of destination was understood as a line run by an arrow shot towards a defined goal. But it was not so straightforward calculation and the manner of the way.

The race as a method and an expression of life and a conception of respect in the world is recent: it is not now runs to break down, kill, escape, raiding, arriving in a safe place, bringing to an end an office inevitable. Today we run for to express new conceptions of the body and to uphold freedom in harmony with everything that you come across. The races for runners who are not marches trample and stamp their feet.

It runs well who touches the ground. He enjoys the smile of the race with the others. The Marathon is the maximum expression of freedom and equality in a single gesture: the first who win the medal and the others who come after, all together. Freedom to run in safe ground in each country, that is all.

Miguel Sanchez picture taken HERE

Benancio Miguel Sanchez was born on November 8, 1952, in Bella Vista, province of Tucuman, Northern Argentina. He loved life, athletics, Argentina. In the morning, at dawn, he went for a run. Train, work out, still training, night school to complete those studies that was not finished. He was a self-taught poet. His “Para vos athlete”, “For you, athlete,” was published by Gazeta Esportiva of São Paulo, December 31, 1977,

For you know that cold
and heat 
 of triumphs and defeats
losses that are not.

For you who have healthy body,
wide soul and big heart.

For you who have many friends and many 
 yearnings,
joy adult 
 and your child’s smile.

For you who do not know of frost or sun,
neither rain nor grudges.

For you, 
 athlete who walked countries and cities
States joining in your go.

For you, athlete, that you despise the war
dreams and peace.

Miguel loved the Argentine people, race, freedom and poetry. He was too dangerous for the dictatorship. They kidnapped him on the night of 8 January 1978.