The 100 km del Passatore is the oldest ultramarathon in Italy, which goes from Florence to Faenza. I am drawn to this race mostly because of my personal history. I have lived not far from the finish line for 25 years, before emigrating to the Netherlands first and the States later. My father ran it 47 years ago, it was the second edition. As a child, I used to go with him to see his friends competing for a top-10 finish. I have many memories of evenings and nights spent between Marradi and Faenza, supporting runners battling this somewhat crazy challenge. If you were born here, you know the race (people here call it ‘la cento’, which means ‘the one hundred’, like there is no other). The heat, the hills, the 100 km. It’s special. As of this year, I even moved to the course, in Brisighella.