Ο τραγουδιστής που διέσχισε την Αμερική περπατώντας 4.500 χιλιόμετρα

Την Αμερική με τα πόδια διέσχισε ο Αμερικανός τραγουδιστής, Μάικ Πόσνερ, προς τιμήν του πατέρα του που πέθανε, αλλά και του εκλιπόντος DJ Avicii.

 

 

 

 

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My name is Mike Posner and I walked across America. Keep Going.

A post shared by Mike Posner (@mikeposner) on Oct 18, 2019 at 4:02pm PDT

Ο 31χρονος καλλιτέχνης περπάτησε μέσα σε έξι μήνες, 4.500 χιλιόμετρα από το Νιου Τζέρσεϊ στην Καλιφόρνια.

Ο Πόσνερ ο οποίος συν τοις άλλοις είναι τραγουδοποιός, ποιητής και δισκογραφικός παραγωγός, τερμάτισε στην παραλία Βένις και γιόρτασε με βουτιές στον Ειρηνικό Ωκεανό.

 

 

 

 

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A post shared by Mike Posner (@mikeposner) on Oct 19, 2019 at 10:20am PDT

Μέσω Instagram μοιράστηκε τους τους πανηγυρισμούς του με τους followers του, ανεβάζοντας ένα video που έγραφε «το όνομά μου είναι Μάικ Πόσνερ και διέσχισα την Αμερική».

 

 

 

 

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Moments after putting my feet in the Pacific Ocean after walking across America 🙏🏻 Thank you all for the support. Keep going

A post shared by Mike Posner (@mikeposner) on Oct 20, 2019 at 10:31am PDT

Ο Πόσνερ διένυε περίπου 38 με 39 χιλιόμετρα κάθε μέρα στο εξάμηνο ταξίδι του. Τον Αύγουστο τον δάγκωσε ένας μικρός κροταλίας στο Κολοράντο. Πέρασε λίγες μέρες στο νοσοκομείο, προτού συνεχίσει το ταξίδι του με τη βοήθεια περιπατητήρα.

 

 

 

 

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Beginnings always hide themselves in ends. Two months ago I was in the ICU at Park View Hospital, using a walker to get from the hospital bed to the bathroom (which I could barely do). It took three weeks to recover from the rattlesnake bite I got in Eastern Colorado. It’s me you see me dive (with poor form) into the water in this video above. You don’t see the doctors and nurses and physical therapists that got me back to not only walking, but walking 30 mile days. You don’t see the countless people who walked with me in the Midwest and East Coast and helped me crush miles. You don’t see the photo of Don Gately that I kept on the RV. You don’t see the sweet grass and arrowheads and Nabii and the eagle feather bestowed to me by the Dine people when I walked across their sacred land. You don’t see Rowin or CJ who wished me luck on the side of the busy highways. You don’t see @chadwickmouton whose arms I wept in moments before diving (with poor form) into the ocean. You don’t see @downsquarez or @julianroymusic who gave their entire beings into making this mission a success. You don’t see Milo Frank or Adam, some of my best friends who visited me on the walk. You don’t see my mom and my sister or my dad who all supported me. You don’t see Ryan or Duke or Haddock or Holmes. You don’t see the semi-trucks whose side view mirrors brushed my shoulder everyday. You don’t see Big Sean or Drake or John Mayer or Justin Bieber who messaged me throughout the journey to wish me well and kept my spirits high. You don’t see the 30 loved ones on the beach who cried and laughed and held meat the end of The Walk. You don’t see any of that shit. But without all those people, that heavily bearded man doesn’t dive (with poor form) into that ocean. He doesn’t make it there. He doesn’t even come close. I’m humbled and grateful for you all. Let’s be real though, I don’t want to become some fat-old-white-guy who talks about that one time he did something cool a long time ago. Fuck that guy. I don’t want to be him. I will not be him. This is the beginning of the rest of my life. Beginnings always hide themselves in ends. Keep Going.

A post shared by Mike Posner (@mikeposner) on Oct 21, 2019 at 3:34pm PDT