6 months after my unfinished victory, I decided to cross the Atlantic again. For me, it’s crucial to finish what I’ve started. Such a decision may seem sheer madness: to start all over again for a few unfortunate 130 kilometers! These few kilometers are the hardest, but also the best, that separate me from my finish line.

Deep down, I knew that if I gave in, I’d have to live with the feeling that I’d almost succeeded. This carefully considered decision requires unfailing motivation. Under no circumstances can it be the fruit of defiance or spite. In absolute terms, I’m confident in myself, because I’ve proved that I’m capable of crossing the Atlantic.