We print the routes people actually ran, rode, swam and skied — from their own files, at the size they choose, with the numbers that were really in the file and none that were not.
Why this exists
There are plenty of places that will sell you a map of a city. Very few will sell you a map of a Tuesday.
The efforts worth hanging up are rarely the ones with a medal attached. They are the long way home, the ride that turned into something, the winter morning nobody else was out. Those days produce a file on a watch and then nothing happens to it. This is the thing that happens to it.
What we will not do
We do not invent numbers. If your file has heart rate, the print has heart rate. If it does not, that cell stays empty rather than being filled with an estimate that looks measured. A number on a wall is a claim, and it should be one you can defend to anyone standing in front of it.
We do not keep your file. It is read in your browser and never reaches us. Close the tab and there is nothing to delete, because there was never anything to store.
We do not print your front door. Every route recorded from home starts and ends at an address, so we clip a radius from both ends before anything is drawn. You set how much. It never goes to zero, and it is not a setting we hide.
How it is made
Prints go on one of two uncoated matte papers, and you choose which: Museum at 250 gsm, offwhite and archival, or Classic at 170 gsm. The one exception is the loose 70×100, which comes in 250 only, because the larger sheet bends at 170. Framed ones go behind glazing in solid wood, assembled, with the hanging hardware already fitted.
Everything is made when you order it, at the production facility closest to you — which for European orders is inside the EU. Nothing sits on a shelf, and nothing is printed twice.
Who is behind it
Epic Efforts is run from Værløse, just outside Copenhagen, by one person with too many GPS files and a strong opinion about what a poster should be allowed to claim.
It is a small operation on purpose. Every order is looked at by a human before it goes to press — not as a service promise, but because a personalised print cannot be returned, and the only good time to catch a mistake is before the machine starts.
Getting hold of us
hello@epicefforts.com. A real person reads it, usually the same day.