Three days gone by since finishing my first ultratrail. I still feel the energy that was unleashed by this outstanding moment of my only 10 months long running career.
During the past months, I read a lot about failing during ultra-races and even saw the greatest heroes of our sports DNFing in the load of race footage. I learned that there are many things that can turn an ultimate running experience into your worst nightmare, so I wanted to do everything to avoid this.
My idea was to run my own adventure and free my mind from any competitive thoughts so I started the race from the VERY LAST position. I kept my heart rate in the lower ranges and enjoyed the first kilometers at a comfortable pace slightly moving up the hills of the Ardennes.
Unfortunately the track turned out to be completely different than expected and at the first aid station (14k/over 02:00 hours) I knew that it’ll become a full body workout today. There were myriads of fallen trees to climb over or beneath, knee-high mud to wade through and steep segments people crawled up or down on all fours. My poles proved as absolute lifesavers on the downhills when I saw lots of runners just tumbling down the muddy slopes.
Some parts where really critical and we even had to climb up a vertical rock face on a metal chain. Light rain and brutal humidity made this first part of the race an insane natural experience.
Even though the course didn’t match my expectations I enjoyed every single minute so far feeling powerful and strong.
To be continued …