Tripoli Run Club warming up together with palm trees and snow-capped mountains in the background
Our Story

More Than
a Run Club

It began in 2025 with a Sunday morning and a question too simple to ignore. Min bishil yerkod?

Who's in for a run? That was the whole pitch. One quiet Sunday in 2025, five friends, one stretch of road at Maarad, and a morning that was only ever meant to happen once.

Funny thing about the once-only mornings. Sometimes they refuse to stay that way!

Word spread the way good things spread in Tripoli, quietly at first, then everywhere at once. Five became twenty. Twenty became fifty. The faces we used to nod at turned into the friends we now look for at the start line. These days, more than a hundred of us turn up every Sunday at 8 AM, lacing up on the very same road where the whole thing began.

We have never timed a single runner. We have never ranked one. We move side by side, each at a pace that is ours alone, carried along by the rhythm of a hundred footsteps and the sight of Tripoli stretching awake around us. Some Sundays we wander further than home, lining up for races like the Rolling Half in Byblos and coming back with medals and stories in equal measure.

If you want the truth, this was never really about running. It was about who shows up beside you when you do.

"Running alone is therapy. Running together is celebration."

-- A founding member
Our Values

What We
Stand For

Community First

We run for each other, never against each other. Every pace, every level, every story has a place in this pack.

Radically Inclusive

Total beginners, seasoned marathoners, teenagers, grandparents, and everyone in between. If you can put one foot in front of the other, you already belong here!

Rooted in Tripoli

Maarad is where we run, and Tripoli is the reason it feels like home. This city shaped every one of us, and every Sunday we hand a little of that energy right back to its streets.

Runners at Maarad in Tripoli with palm trees and buildings
Our City

A Love Letter
to Tripoli

Old souks, salt in the air, the smell of fresh manakeesh drifting off a corner saj. Tripoli runs on its own rhythm, and on Sunday mornings we get to move right through the middle of it.

We run past the Rachid Karami Fair while the city shakes off sleep, past shutters rolling up and kettles going on, soaking up a side of Tripoli most people are still snoozing through. There is honestly no better way to fall for this city than to run it!

Come Run With Us

Part of Something Bigger

We are proud to be one of many communities across Lebanon getting people up, out, and moving together. Every club, every Sunday, every new pair of shoes on the road adds up to a healthier, more connected Lebanon. That is a finish line worth chasing!