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Let’s talk about the Tarahumara, or as they call themselves, the Rarámuri, who live in the badass Sierra Madre Occidental in Chihuahua, Mexico. These folks are Indigenous badasses, famous for running like the wind through the Copper Canyon, living in caves or tiny houses, and sticking to their old-school ways despite the world trying to fuck them over. But what do other Mexicans (city folks, mestizos, and the rest of the raza) think about them? It’s a mix of respect, stereotypes, pity, and some straight-up racist bs.
Most Mexicans know the Tarahumara as the “running people” because they’re fucking legendary for sprinting insane distances, like 100 miles through canyons, without breaking a sweat. Urban Mexicans, especially in places like Mexico City or Guadalajara, often see them as a symbol of “authentic” Mexico: tough, traditional, and connected to the land in a way most city pendejos can only dream of.
They’re like the cool, mystical cousins who live in the boonies and do shit no one else can.
But here’s the kicker: a lot of Mexicans don’t really know the Tarahumara. They’re distant, both geographically and culturally, living in the middle of nowhere in Chihuahua. So, opinions are often based on stereotypes, media, or random encounters.
Mexicans are proud as fuck of the Tarahumara’s running skills. They’re like Mexico’s secret weapon in ultramarathons, winning races and making gringos eat dust.
The raza loves to brag about how these folks run in huaraches (sandal things made of tires) while city folks need fancy Nikes to jog. It’s like, “Chinga tu madre, we’ve got superhumans in our backyard!
Sadly, some Mexicans buy into ugly stereotypes that the Tarahumara are lazy drunks who waste money on tesgüino (their corn beer). This comes from seeing them in cities like Chihuahua or Cuauhtémoc, where some work seasonal jobs like apple picking and struggle with cash because money wasn’t part of their life.
Let’s talk about the Tarahumara, or as they call themselves, the Rarámuri, who live in the badass Sierra Madre Occidental in Chihuahua, Mexico. These folks are Indigenous badasses, famous for running like the wind through the Copper Canyon, living in caves or tiny houses, and sticking to their old-school ways despite the world trying to fuck them over. But what do other Mexicans (city folks, mestizos, and the rest of the raza) think about them? It’s a mix of respect, stereotypes, pity, and some straight-up racist bs.
Most Mexicans know the Tarahumara as the “running people” because they’re fucking legendary for sprinting insane distances, like 100 miles through canyons, without breaking a sweat. Urban Mexicans, especially in places like Mexico City or Guadalajara, often see them as a symbol of “authentic” Mexico: tough, traditional, and connected to the land in a way most city pendejos can only dream of.
They’re like the cool, mystical cousins who live in the boonies and do shit no one else can.
But here’s the kicker: a lot of Mexicans don’t really know the Tarahumara. They’re distant, both geographically and culturally, living in the middle of nowhere in Chihuahua. So, opinions are often based on stereotypes, media, or random encounters.
Mexicans are proud as fuck of the Tarahumara’s running skills. They’re like Mexico’s secret weapon in ultramarathons, winning races and making gringos eat dust.
The raza loves to brag about how these folks run in huaraches (sandal things made of tires) while city folks need fancy Nikes to jog. It’s like, “Chinga tu madre, we’ve got superhumans in our backyard!
Sadly, some Mexicans buy into ugly stereotypes that the Tarahumara are lazy drunks who waste money on tesgüino (their corn beer). This comes from seeing them in cities like Chihuahua or Cuauhtémoc, where some work seasonal jobs like apple picking and struggle with cash because money wasn’t part of their life.
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